Encounters with nice people

Now comes the squishy feel-good part of my blog...it doesn't happen very often, so enjoy it while you can (or skip this one and wait for the return of the usual sarcasm.)
Trevor and I were out at Radke's, our favorite local blueberry picking spot, and were just leaving when an older gentleman smiled very kindly upon the sight of my protruding belly. "When are you due?", he asked, to which I replied November. "Well you look beautiful. We had a lot of kids and I always thought my wife looked beautiful when she was pregnant." He said this in such a nice grandfatherly way, not pervy or anything.
"Oh, how many kids do you have?" I had to ask.
"Eleven living," he replied. I told him I was one of eight, so I couldn't imagine having an only child. Then he said something startling. "My wife was one of forty-seven."
Well, that sort of shut down the conversation for me, not out of disgust or judgement or anything, I think I just had to let that figure register without delving anymore into the hows and whys of it. Although thinking on it, I'm sure there were multiple wives (oh my, I sure hope so!)
Getting back to my point, though...I'm getting to the complainy stage of this pregnancy (I feel like a sausage, I've got enough extra rolls to feed a family of eleven, my glute hurts, I burp eighty times a day, none of my bras fit, etc, etc.) and I've been a real grumbler even though heavier times are yet to come, with two more months to grow and grouch. I always admire women who can pull it off, manage to make pregnancy look like a fashion statement, but I tend to dwell too much on the negatives when it's actually kind of cool to have a little creature hitching a ride everywhere. So I have decided not to complain to anyone except my ob/midwives and maybe occasionally the husband since he had a little to do with my current condition, and if people want to remark upon my beautiful glow, I will embrace the compliments. So, go ahead, bring on the praise. (Pictures of my gorgeous belly later on this blog, ha ha, not really.)