Overheard in the Bathroom

Last night I had a fabulous dinner date with the ladies that I have been doing bible study with. We just met to talk and catch up since our study has ended for the summer. Of course, we talked about pregnancy and family and jobs and books and everything else you can imagine. To be truthful, I shared two appetizers and a dessert and a half with two other ladies. The carrot cake was the best I have ever had!

But back to the subject... My pregnant (and yet still disgustingly tall and skinny and beautiful) friend Christy and I were chatting about all kinds of prego stuff on our way to the bathroom. The restaurant has a very popular bar and patio, but since it was raining, everyone is crammed inside and it was crowded. So when we finally get in the bathroom, this is the conversation that Christy and I overheard (and my in between thoughts) from all the women loitering around the sinks:

"Well, you just don't want to have back pain from all the weight."
I'm thinking, I know exactly what you mean!
"You just have to be careful that you don't go too big..."
Uh yeah, like I can do anything to help with that! Don't rub it in!
"But I would guess with your frame that you could probably do a large C."
Oh my gosh, they are talking about breast implants!!! I start to giggle...
"I think I only had 400 cc's put in, and you could probably get that."
Wow, this is so not the conversation for a prego to be a part of. Christy has now started to giggle too.

So we make our way to the sinks to wash up and realize that they have no intention of moving over. They are are older women than us, very much baked from the tanning bed, and more than half of the group are all sizing up each other's recent purchases and sharing their tips on finding the right surgeon and what drugs to make sure to ask for. (Lots of valium and anti-nausea pills, honey.) We exited the bathroom on this high note: "You know, you should go to Mexico City. I mean, it's just like America."

Christy and I had a good laugh that our priorities were so far on the other end of the spectrum. I am just wishing that my boobs go back to some semblance of their normal size eventually! (Too much information? Oh well.)