So a day or two later as I was casually chatting with my dear and devoted husband, I mentioned the conversation. I agreed with my previous conversant, my face was looking a little more normal and a little less 8 months pregnant, but, I followed, gaunt? I don't think my face even has the capacity to look gaunt.
"SERIOUSLY!" My dear and devoted husband agreed, emphatically. "It's like, a basketball is never going to look gaunt. I mean, at best it might look deflated..."
Ahh, young love.