This morning, I sat down, and an older gentleman leans over and says "When is your child due?"
The first thing that ran through my head: I'm pregnant?!
The first thing I said: "I'm not expecting."
Oh ya. I'm not pregnant. If I was, I would know. Besides, how would he know, anyway?
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not pregnant."
"Oh."
I don't even look pregnant.
A little pudgy? Sure.
Pregnant? Definitely not.
In case anyone is else confused, I included a chart.

4 comments:
And so it begins. I stopped counting how many times I've been asked a few years ago. It's so awful!
Sorry bout it chica! And i'm pretty sure you probably aren't even a little pudgy.
nice chart
I've lost count of the number of times this has happened to me. SOOOO depressing. It even happened to me on my mission! Yes, while I was wearing a missionary name tag and everything. Doh!
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