Mixed Signals

For those who don't know, Matt and his father are trial attorneys.  My father-in-law has been in practice here for nearly forty years.  As a result, they know a lot of the judges.  One judge was nice enough to send several dozen exquisitely decorated baby-themed cookies to us after the kids were born... which gained us much favor with the NICU staff:).

Anyway, apparently the scuttlebutt among the district court judges is that I AM PREGNANT.

In fact, on Friday, one passed on congratulations through my father-in-law (who, as you may imagine, immediately called up Matt to ask what was going on...).

To set the record straight... I am not pregnant.
Really, I'm not.
The whole thing makes me laugh, as something clearly got lost in translation along the grapevine.
But it also makes me wonder if someone saw me and thought I looked pregnant.
A badly chosen shirt?  The few pounds I put on recently?

The whole thing directly contradicts an encounter I had last week while at work.  I was chatting with one of the staff members (D) who introduced me to a new radiation tech.   D went on to mention that I have triplets.  The tech appeared surprised and asked how old the kids were.  After I answered her, she looked me up and down, at which point I sadly viewed my own belly (the car wreck has put spinning on a hopefully temporary hold, and I loathe the fact that there is a bit more girth to my stomach than I would like...).  It was then she blurted out, "Did you already have a tummy tuck, or something?"

Bless her soul:).