I’m already used to the fact that any weight gain a woman might experience is immediately interpreted as a sign of pregnancy. “No, I’m not pregnant, I’m just fat” I keep saying to people who come up to me in the street to tell me that drinking coffee in my condition is dangerous to the baby.
Now, however, I discovered that one’s weight loss makes people suspect the same thing.
I’ve lost about 10 pounds since I got sick with this virus. One of the symptoms is a very sore throat, so I can eat nothing except raspberries and some peaches.
“Oh, Clarissa! You look so slim!” a colleague exclaimed today in the office. “What happened? Are you pregnant?”
There is just no winning here. Maybe I need to buy a “Still Not Pregnant” T-shirt.