I got angry today, at a stranger! Was it just hormones? I don’t think so this time. While it may not justly fall into the category of righteous indignation, it felt pretty close to me.
So I am out running errands with Jonah – we were going to Petco to find a cool toy for Jonah’s friend Colin’s new hamster (Colin’s 5th birthday gift) and then on to Crest for grocery shopping. It’s not unusual for me to strike up a conversation with strangers, in fact I enjoy it, but this particular stranger struck up a quite unfortunate conversation with me. If you can call it a conversation since it left me pretty speechless.
So, said stranger, a young man in his 20s walks past and stops to stare at my rather large pregnant belly. He smiles and says, ” So have you decided on names for them?” At first I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly. My preggo brain slowly processed his words, and I realized he had not said him/her – he said them, as in twins. Oh my. While I cannot tell you what look I had on my face, I am sure it wasn’t pleasant yet I managed to be polite and held up one finger, saying, “No, just one. A girl. Lyla.” Now, I was sure the man would see his error and sheepishly apologize. I would laugh it off, and say, “Oh it’s fine. I’m due really soon.” This was not how it panned out. It got worse.
Instead, this individual says, “Really?! Wow.” I reply, “Yes, really. I am due in like a week.” He then goes further saying, “I thought you were doing like that mom in California.” My blood began to boil. He smiled, congratualted me and walked away. Furious, I called Jason and ranted. Jason had a tinge of fear in his voice. Before going to the grocery store, I went home and changed into a less form fitting shirt.
So, friends, what can we take away from this? Unless someone TELLS you they are carrying more than one . . . no, unless they TELL you are pregnant, please do not ask. And if you do, apologize, grovel – whatever. Sigh. Please, Lyla, come soon!