Two conversations in the past few days just made me shake my head in bafflement.
First, as I’m leaving work one day:
Coworker who shall remain nameless: “How much longer do you have?”
Me: “About 3 weeks.”
Coworker: “I’m so sorry.”
Then, at Harris Teeter the next day:
Incredibly young check out girl: “How far along are you?”
Me: “37 weeks.”
Check out girl: “What is that, like 7 months?”
Me: “No, closer to 8 1/2. I’ve got 3 weeks left.”
Check out girl: “That sucks.”
Both times, I sort of just stared at them, not knowing what to say. I mean – yes, I’m very pregnant right now, but I didn’t think I was giving off “Oh my God, if I don’t deliver this baby soon I’m going to die” vibes.
I will just never understand people’s inclination to “open mouth, insert foot” as soon as they see a pregnant woman.