um... thanks?

Yesterday I was meeting my partner in pregnancy at the Pru (wait, not Anil, not that kind of partner--just my pregnant friend), so I got off the T (that's what we call the subway, "T" for train) and walked out on Mass. Ave. where there is usually a line of various people asking for change. This is near where I work, and I've noticed that in the past week or so, I seem to have gotten big enough for the bums to use my belly as a business strategy--they don't just ask for change; they yell "Congratulations!" as I walk by. So this guy yesterday goes, "Congratulations! I hope you have triplets."

Am I really getting that big??