*pats your shoulder delicately* Not to worry. The way you're moving there you shouldn't be fat much longer. *gives you a look* Unless you keep the weight on after the baby. Your mother would do that, you know, and it was never pleasant.
*wags a finger at you* You be sure not to be. Then not even Finarfin would love you and he loves all of Eru's creatures, great and small.
*chuckls* Don't worry, honey. Of course you won't be fat. You know how to watch your weight. Plus that kid's going to keep you up at all hours anyway. You won't have time to eat!
Oh. *looks at you closely, as if he's going to say something tender to make you feel better* ...You're better off without him anyway. Who wants some whack-job religious nut as a relative. Pssh.