Two amusing exchanges in the past seven days:
I am at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for Will. The pharmacist asks, "Are you having a boy or a girl?"
Girl, I say.
"Oh, that's what I thought! Because you're carrying so small!"
(Puzzled look from me...since she's never seen me before).
"How far along are you? [...pause...] Seven months?"
Chuckle from me. Six, I tell her (and really, I'm just at the beginning of six).
I get into a taxi cab on my way to work (I am strongly supporting the taxi industry these days).
"I don't mean to be rude, ma'am, but are you pregnant?"
Much information and excitement about this gentleman's eight grandchildren....the youngest of whom is three months.
"When are you due? [...pause...] Next month?"
October. (and really, the end of October).
Much excitement and talk ensues from taxi driver about pumpkins, which is perhaps what it looks like I am carrying.
I will post a picture soon so you can draw your own conclusions about my potential hugeness.
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