Aside from my husband, never. Although there was that one man who gave me his seat on the train (after racing me for it) when it became obvious he would become the victim of my morning sickness.
I might have glowed, but I was also five feet tall and 180 lbs at the end of it. And being stuck wearing clothes I didn’t like, in pastel colors, with cutesy little bows didn’t help me feel attractive.
On the other hand, I saw an ad in a magazine today that actually made me laugh. The ad was for wool socks, and the copy read “Made from pure virgin wool…unlike wool from sheep who sleep around.”