For the love of God, people...don't try to guess a pregnant woman's due date. Is it not obvious that no good can come of this?
Almost two months ago a nice cashier at the local supermarket was trying to calm my son down while I punched in my PIN code. She told my son, "you're such a big boy! And soon, very, very soon, you will be a big brother."
I just smiled and tried to give the woman a way out by ignoring her comment. But she insisted. "When are you due?", she asked, with a kind smile on her face.
"Not 'til April."
"Oh. Wow. Here's a sticker for the boy."
This happened in late November.
Just last week, the parking attendant at the OB's office - a large scruffy man who usually takes my money without even the hint of a hello - had a huge grin on his face as I pulled up.
"Lemme guess...Don't tell me...February, right? Am I right?"
"Nope." I said as I dug around my purse for my wallet. I knew where this was going.
Silence. Then he waved me off. At least I got free parking.
The irony is that I haven't gained nearly as much weight as I did with my first. But my belly is quite big -- of almost comedic proportions. (HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?) I honestly can't blame these people for assuming I'm due any minute. But can't they keep their mouths shut?
(Don't ask for belly pictures. They're not coming. Nooooooooo.)