I thought we had heard it all.
And then Steve gets this one yesterday...
"I hope this one works out for you. You have been through so much. You both deserve this."
Steve asks me, "So, what? We didn't deserve the other two?"
And there was my awkward conversation at the pizza shop as I picked up my turkey, bacon and cheddar sub sandwich for lunch. I happened to be wearing an obvious maternity top at the time and this is a place that I go to at least once a week.
Lady: "I didn't know you were pregnant."
Lady: "Is this your first?"
(please let it drop, please let it drop, please let it drop)
Lady: "Second? Third?"
Me: (well if you aren't going to let it drop given my very short answers and seeming unwillingness to talk about it then you're getting the whole unvarnished truth...may God help your soul)
"This is my fourth pregnancy and will be my second living child if it survives."
Lady: (suddenly very interested in the credit card machine)
WHY do you feel the need to ASK about my reproductive history? I figure if you don't know a person well enough to already KNOW their story, then you just shouldn't ask.
And if anonymous is still reading...I KNOW people aren't out to get me. But do they have to be so damn stupid?!?!