Some not-so-subtle shitlording at the doctor's office 23 weeks pregnant. First appointment at a new doctor's office. Nurse practitioner comes in to talk to me about some hip and back pain I've been having. Starts asking about my habits during the pregnancy and she's genuinely surprised/impressed. I walk about 4 miles a day, cook most of my meals at home, and my splurges when I get really bad cravings are pretty small. She tells me I'm doing well and that I'm tiny. Me, not being used to the belly I now have, told her I wouldn't go as far as saying I'm tiny, and she told me to go out into her waiting room and see how I felt after seeing some of the women that come in there. This is the second medical professional to tell me that I'm a rarity among pregnant women, not only because I'm still fit but because I'm married. After we were done talking we walked out of the room and a woman walked by that was at least 285, if not more. Past 200 pounds it's really difficult for me to tell how heavy people are. The nurse gave me a knowing look and told me and my S.O. to have a great day.