On Sunday we went to lunch with the younger of DH's two older sisters with his mother and oldest sister also invited. As always his mother and oldest sister were running late by a good 3/4 hour. On arrival the first thing his mother said was not "how are you" or "how's the pregancy going" or anything like that but to look me up and down and say "well is it one or two?".
Now those of you who have met me IRL will know that I'm not the skinniest person but that was totally uncalled for. Particularly as effectively I've actually lost weight - according to our bathroom scales I currently weigh precisely two kilos more than I did when I got pregnant.
I could quite cheerfully have hit her! I'm still seething as soon as I start thinking about it.