Don't say anything at all! When I was pregnant with Macey, I was amazed at all the rude comments people would make. Just in case you didn't feel bad enough about yourself already, some stranger would step right in and kick you while you were down. I can't even count how many times this happened.
Stranger: How far along are you?
Me: Six months.
Stranger: You're only six months! Are you having twins?
Me: Nope, just one.
Stranger: Are they sure, I mean you are awfully big to be only six months.
Me: Yep, there's only one.
Stranger: He is going to be a bruiser!
Me: Actually, it's a she not a he.
Stranger: Are you kidding me, a girl. Is your husband really big?
Me: Nope, he's not.
Well, I thought that these rude comments were over seeing as how I am no longer pregnant, but everywhere I go, people just tell me how tired I look. Telling someone they look tired is just another way of telling someone they look like crap. The sad part is, Macey is a good sleeper. I probably get more sleep than most moms with a 3 month old. The part that I really don't understand is that every single time someone made a comment about how big I was during pregnancy, the person making the comment was usually at least 100 lbs. overweight and usually driving a jazzy scooter...go figure :)