I just have to get this off my chest. Baby X is a small baby--at 9 months he's 27 inches and 17lbs. The pediatrician assures me that he's absolutely fine, still within normal ranges for all measurements, etc. But in my head a chunky baby = healthy baby. So while I know it's not necessarily true, and I know that Baby X is totally healthy, a little part of me wants to cry every time a stranger asks how old he is... 100% of the time it goes like this:
Stranger: "What a [cute/handsome] baby boy! How old is he?"
Me: "Aw, thanks. He's 9 months."
Stranger: "Oh! He's so little!"
I then try to keep it together while making a polite exit from the conversation.
Rationally, I know that Baby X is just fine, that he's healthy and I should be grateful he does not have any weight or feeding issues-- he's thriving. But somehow I still find myself working to overcome the feeling that I've failed in plumping up my baby.
Anyway, just had to vent. I'm sure I'll get over it eventually.