It finally happened.
When I was pregnant with T, it was pretty uneventful. Nothing major to complain about, pretty easy, no one harassed me with advice or tried to touch my belly. Strangers didn't walk up to me and say crazy things if my kid wasn't properly dressed in heir minds or try to tell me how to calm a crying baby etc., etc.
This time around, the pregnancy's been pretty much the same, just more tired and sooner onset of GD. Other than that, I won't complain because I know I have it pretty easy.
But tonight, while shopping in the card section of Target, a woman, probably in her late 40's maybe early 50's (I can never tell), came up to me and said, "Please tell me you're due tomorrow or that you're having triplets?" I looked at her, completely speechless and finally managed to utter, "no, I have about a month left." To me, I felt like I had the most horrified, appalled look on my face and that the woman would see she had been completely inappropriate in saying that, apologize and hurry on her way. Nope, she just looked at me, in utter disbelief that I was not about to pop my kid out on the floor right then and there and concluded with, "Good luck to you."
I just stood there, still shocked and speechless and a little dumbfounded. It's not like I was laying on the floor having contractions or that I was in the card aisle and my belly was in the main aisle. I might be big, but I'm not THAT big lady! How does a person, especially a woman, not realize how rude that is to say? I mean you could just ask, "When are you due?" and then when it's further away than you thought, gasp when you leave my sight. Nothing makes a girl feel better than having someone tell her she looks like she is about to pop out triplets.
And pride aside, here is a picture from T's birthday photo shoot...just she and I walking. You tell me, do I look like I am about to have triplets?? Wait, on second thought, if you think so...don't tell me.