The scene: my neighborhood Kroger, checkout line. My mood: a little impatient with my checker, who is being ridiculously slow.
Checker: How much longer do you have?
Me: I'm only four months.
Checker: You have FOUR MONTHS LEFT?
Me: No. I have FIVE months left.
Checker: Oh my gosh! Are you having twins?
Me: No, but thanks for asking. [I promise I said this. Sarcasm and all. Not a shining moment for me, obviously.]
Checker: That's going to be a HUGE baby.
Is it already time for people to start saying this kind of thing to me? I told Rob that it's a little early for me to stop leaving the house, but if it gets to that, I will. I cannot get over how ridiculous and rude people are. This woman made it very clear that she thought I was due like any day now. Really??
And then we had this lovely moment, which almost halfway made up for that one.
The scene: Tan's Hunan. The mood: excited, because we're getting Chinese takeout, a Friday St. Clair tradition.
Waitress: Are you pregnant?
Me: Yes!! I am!
Waitress: Congratulations! That means you get to eat for two?
Me: Yes, and I'm enjoying every moment of it.
That's more like it. I'll take a few dozen more of those, please.