No one knows anything (an aggravation in two parts)
Scene 1: Soda fountain at Arby’s
As I’m standing there filling up my cup of caffeine free root beer, a woman of about 60 lines up next to me. At first I think nothing of it. But the I start to realize that she’s starting to violate the social contract of how much personal space the average person prefers. I also notice that she’s intently looking at my belly, my face, my belly, and my face again. Giving in, I turn to face her. She takes one more look at my belly and says three words to me…
“Carrying low. Boy.”
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Scene 2: The discount tables outside of Linens ‘n’ Things
I’m shuffling through a display of super cheap hand towels when I notice two women standing just to my right. They are blatantly pointing at me and discussing something enthusiastically. Eventually they make their way over to where I’m trying to ignore them. One finally speaks up…
“Excuse me, what are you having?”
“We didn’t find out.”
“Oh, because it’s definitely a girl because you’re carrying so low.”
Right.
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So basically you had three witch encounters this week.
This is why we need to have trials.
People are stupid. UGH! I hated this part of being pregnant.
Answer with this: “Well, whatever it is, it better get here on the double, because chores aren’t going to do themselves.”
The Messiah
I went to Walmart on Saturday (ick) with my friend and her two twin baby girls. I swear Val, no less than 10 people came up to us and commented on something. It drives her nuts and makes it nearly impossible for her to get anything done in public. People are strange…
Hopefully not puppies….
The only thing that bothered me more than this was when people felt it was okay to TOUCH my belly. Grrrr.