Instance #1:
Tuesday evening, we went to the ABC store to buy a couple of things for our Halloween party on Saturday.
While in the "mini liquor bottle" section, I called down the aisle to Todd that I had grabbed two of the "Tarantula Tequila" (tres appropriate for a Halloween Party, no?).
The old guy working the cash register sauntered over to my side and said "two is better! one for him, one for you!"
To which I rubbed my belly and said "no tequila for me any time soon. we're hosting a party on Saturday."
Suddenly old-man-ABC's face lit up and he said "Oh! I missed that! Well, no tequila for the little guy. By the way, you're having a boy. I can tell because he's all out front. Girls carry across, boys pop out."
I responded that yes, in fact, it is a boy, and I was quite impressed that he knew that.
We made our purchases and left the store with a scraggly (and seemingly judgment impaired) man who was yammering on about how great one of the types of whiskey we bought (in a teeny airplane bottle) was and that we should take it home and pour it over some gingerale. He clearly did NOT see the belly. I made sure Todd did not follow him on to the road, as he was obviously inebriated.
Instance #2:
I went for a physical today. My new doctor said "hmm, most women don't get a physical mid-way through pregnancy." Obviously, but your office does not do "meet & greet appointments" so this was the only way I could get in for free to make sure you were a credible doctor.
Anyway, I had to have some blood drawn, so I went up to the lab. Upon walking in the door, the technician looked right at my belly and loudly exclaimed "wow, you're just about ready!!"
Ugggh. Heart on the floor. As if having to step on a scale and see the ever-climbing numbers go up AGAIN this morning wasn't bad enough, this woman was pointing out that I was huge. To which I replied..."actually I'm only 23 weeks".
She didn't say another word, drew my blood, and said "ok, have a nice day!"
Clearly she knew she'd hit a sore spot.
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