I should...and my what a grouchy pregnant lady you are...

post about Abby's first day, but since I am not yet emotionally stable about the whole thing yet it will have to wait.  Don't worry about Abby though, she is doing great. 
Here I am in my last couple of months of pregnancy (supposedly) and I have already given up the drive to run.  Outside.  I haven't run for about two weeks now.  It feels like forever.  I take early morning walks much to the dismay of my husband and squeeze in atleast thirty minutes on the eliptical machines.  I thought atleast at the gym I would be free of comments.  I'm fairly good at ignoring the general population, smell included, of a gym.  But today some old guy came to the machine right next to me.  There were like 3 other available machines that he could have chosen that were not right next to me.  This was rule #1 that he broke.  Then he stared at me and began a conversation.  Rule #2 broken.  He then told me how great he thought it was that I was still going.  Like my heart and legs and brain are supposed to stop.  Like I am a terminaly ill patient.  Rule #3 broken.  He then decided to ask me how many other children I have and how far apart they are and my goodness how close they are!  His meandering sperm only managed to knock up 3 women in a space of 15 years!  How dare I in a committed relationship stumble upon 3 children in 5 years!  Well I certainly have my hands full and no wonder I am working out.  I really wanted to hurt this guy.  Really bad.  He broke every rule I have about going to the gym and being in public generally. I want a work out tech tee that boldly states "I HATE OLD MEN".