The next stranger that asks me how far along I am, gasps when I tell them, and proceeds to ask me if I'm having twins....is getting punched in the nose, hard! That, or I'm telling them it's twins so they'll feel sorry for me.
(side: I'm ok with the weight gain. It's all part of the process. Actually, I'm grateful for it, and all the other discomforts of pregnancy, because they remind me every day of the blessing I've received to be given another chance at being pg. It's the rude strangers that aggrevate me most ;)