A little fat

Being pregnant and not feeling so good has a way of making me feel sort of less attractive. Now, I'm only stating this because anyone who has been pregnant knows exactly how what I'm talking about. I can feel every pound I gain. I can feel my stomach stretching. My feet look like they're already starting to swell and so is my face. It doesn't help when I get people telling me I look tired, or a little green under the gills, or that I really should go home and get some rest. I wish I could say I love being pregnant. Quite frankly, right now, I don't love it. My problem is not that I can't eat. It's that the constant hunger pains never go away, even after I just ate. I feel like all I do is eat and by the end of the day, I am so sick of food, yet if I don't eat something, I get nauseous. As hard as I've tried to eat 6 smaller, more healthy meals, it hasn't always worked. I'm afraid the pounds are still finding me.
So when my sweet innocent little 4 yr. old told me last night, "Mom, your private is a little fat," I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I thought I should get some clarification as to what he meant by 'private' and a 'little fat'.
Me: "What do you mean, my private is a little fat?"
Sam in his innocence: "Yeah, in the back. You know. Right here (as he points to his behind).
Me: "Oh, you mean my butt is fat?"
Sam: "Yep. A little fat."
So, there you have it. My butt is a little fat. Cory just looked at me, trying to gage his reaction according to mine. He knew he had to be careful. I think I just sort of a half laughed, half cried. I'll have to admit, it was funny. Kind of. I just thought, what's he going to say when the rest of me balloons out?
Thank goodness the worst is almost over. At least I'm starting to feel better and don't feel the need to eat all the time. Today I'm actually not so grumpy and I may even have some energy to clean my house, maybe even take a walk and try to lose some of my fat butt.