People say the darndest things...

Chris and I took the bus downtown Saturday afternoon because it was a beautiful day out, and we wanted to get lunch and eat outside.  But, I wasn't really ready for the public commentary:

• The bus driver as I was climbing the stairs (okay, slowly, I admit): "That's quite the combination."
• Teenager behind the counter at sandwich shop: "When are you due?" (I answer, "June.")  His eyes pop out of his head, and then he says, "Are you having twins?"
• Random guy on the street as we head towards the bus stop on the way home (I don't hear this comment, but Chris does.): "You look like you're about to pop." 

Awesome...so glad being pregnant is like wearing a sign on your forehead that says, "Please, tell me what you think.  I'm dying to know." 

Comments

[Michael]

Apparently the filter between the brain and the mouth isn't a feature included at birth.

We're looking forward to, "Where did you get your baby" and "You can barely tell he's mixed-race." Or, what I'm sure will be our favorite, "Where's her mother?"

[Kadi]

Just wait until after the baby is born, if you think it's bad now it only gets worse. Strangers will come up to you and tell you that your child is too hot or cold or looks uncomfortable. I had one woman tell me Char's feet were cold because she had no socks on. It was 75 degrees out. I asked her if she touched Charlottes feet, because how would you know her feet are cold without touching them. She walked away, not very happy! Oh well!!

[Jenn]

I'm catching up on your blog and actually laughed out loud at the kid in the sandwich shop. True story: When I was pregnant with E, once I got to the point where I couldn't do my step aerobics very well, I would go walking around the neighborhood every afternoon. My route included a lap around the high school. I passed this one coach fairly frequently, but I never though he really noticed me because he was always so busy coaching. Until one day I came around the corner, he looked up eyes popping out of his head and yelled, "Good god woman, when are you due???" No joke. That's an exact quote. And I still had 6 weeks to go.