I get a lot of comments about my pregnancy and family size. Most of them are innocuous and don't mean any harm - they say things like,
"Wow! You have your hands full!" Yep. I do.
"You must be BUSY!" Indeed.
"I don't know HOW you do it!" Me neither, sister, me neither.
Sometimes I get comments on our choice to keep having kids.
"You DO know what causes this, right?" Sure I do - but we put up tin foil on the windows and the alien thought rays keep getting through. Can we talk about YOUR sex life now?
"You're done NOW, right?" Not until we catch up with the Duggars.
"How many more do you think you're going to have?" Well, as long as the government keeps paying for them, we'll keep having them! (<---joke. We pay for them ourselves. We own them outright.)
But every once in awhile even *I'm* at a loss for words.
I often get asked if I'm having twins or am just measuring really big. Moo.
While 9.5 months pregnant with Sienna I had a clerk at a store ask me if I was dilated yet.
Then, just the other day we were shopping at a very exclusive, high end store (Kmart) when I started getting the usual questions. I figured I knew where it was headed but boy was I wrong.
She started off with asking how old the boys were (2 and almost 4) then she asked if I was pg again. (No, I swallowed a watermelon seed, this is what happens.) From there she asked if it was a boy or a girl (Props for not asking what kind of baby I was having - I'm having a human one, for those that are wondering.) - I answered boy, knowing what was coming next. She didn't disappoint and asked if I was hoping for a girl (yes, I'm bitterly disappointed and plan to sell this one and try again) to which I replied that I already have 2 girls at home.
Her 18 year old mouth dropped open (in admiration, I'm sure). I had hoped that she was done, or at least would make some inane comment about large families. You know, when people hear you have a large family they have to tell you about someone else they know that has more kids than you as if it's a contest or something? Right. Well, that was not the case.
The young, 18 year old Kmart clerk said to me, in front of the older (60-70) man behind me and everyone else waiting to check out in the only available lane -
"Did you deliver them all...you know...vaginally?!" I COULD have said:
"No, I threw them all up when they were ready to come out."
"Yes, my crotch is gaping black hole of stretched out tissue with no muscles at all, wanna see?"
But no, I was entirely too shocked to say anything and just said, "Uh, yeah." And took my bags to go.
Some people are just Seriously Stupid.