Baby Butt

An acquaintance of mine -- male -- remarked to me the other day that he could really "see" the pregnancy in my butt.

My outward response was a somewhat weak laugh and an incredulous look.

My interior response was twofold:

1) "Are you a complete and total moron? Have you no survival instinct whatsoever? What in the name of all things holy would possess you to say something like that to a pregnant woman that you don't even know that well? Well? Hello? I'm talking to you!! Idiot."

2) "What the hell were you doing looking at my butt, you perv, I'm a married -- and pregnant -- woman!"

But now he's got me paranoid. I keep sneaking peaks at my derriere in mirrors, windows, and the sides of cars. And I fear he may be right.

It was probably only a matter of time. I already knew that I had inherited from my mom's side of the family what we like to call "The Burkhalter Butt." Most of the women on that side have it. There are any number of family pictures of female kin with their heads under a Christmas tree, butts to the camera and "small and/or flat" are never the words that come to mind to describe the landscape...