"Girl, you have blown up."
"How much farther do you have to go?" (I'm 35 weeks.) "Hmmm. Yeah ... you might not make it."
"Wow, your belly is like, OUT THERE."
My usual response is, "Come over here a little closer so I can SMACK YOU."
Today I wore a black top and pants to work, with some silver sandals and silver jewelry. This evening Brian said, "That outfit is very slimming." I almost cried. It's the best thing anyone has said about my enormous baby bulge in months.
And then he tried to eat my ice cream. What nerve!