Seriously, Again? SERIOUSLY?!?

So...(whenever someone starts a story with "so", you know it's going to be a doozy. It's like when there's a break in a conversation and you've been talking about something completely different, and then the person says, "so, you wouldn't BELIEVE what happened to me today!") I went to Carter's today to buy some pajamas for Amanda. Just a quick trip in, minding my own business. Sarah was behaving wonderfully, quietly playing with the Lego table by the counter, and Amanda was in my arms.

I was waiting to checkout but the saleslady was helping a woman pick out clothes for her preemie granddaughter. Not to get into too many details, but apparently they were calling her a preemie because she was born early, but she was six pounds and too big for the preemie clothes that went up to five pounds. The grandma way saying they had newborn clothes for her but they were too big. I'm guessing this was the first grandchild. Obviously someone did not tell them that babies grow at an alarming rate, and if you want their clothes to actually fit when they are born then they will not fit two weeks later.

Anyway, when she finally picked out what she wanted, I let her checkout before me since she had been working with the cashier. As I'm standing there quietly, minding my own business, holding my almost eight month old baby, she says:

Grandmother: "Are you having another one?"

Me: "No."

Grandmother: "Oh, I just saw the..." and she taps her belly. Why is it that when people want to say fat, pudgy stomach, they just pat their belly. Oh, I know, because it's RUDE. She continues with, "is that from her (meaning Amanda)?"

Me: "Yes." And the other two lovelies.

Grandmother: "Yeah, my daughter has that." The daughter that just had a baby? The preemie? Not the eight month old baby? Well, I would think so.

I just grimaced. Ugh! That is the second time in three weeks some older, but not super old, person has asked me if I am pregnant. Remember last time I said I needed to start working out? Yeah, I should have read that post a little more earnestly. It's fun eating Easter candy all day and everything, but this is getting ridiculous.

Now anybody reading this probably thinks I'm enormous. But really, although I'm about 20 pounds overweight (or at least 20 pounds heavier than I was in high school when I played three sports a year), I don't think I'm that big. Except for a few things my pre-pregnancy clothes have fit for several months, and I've lost all the baby weight. It's just the baby shape that I'm holding onto. If I was critical of myself, I would say that I look about four months pregnant. Even then, do you ask someone who is four months pregnant, that you do not know, if they are pregnant? No, you do not. I don't ask anyone if they are pregnant unless it is painfully obvious. Like the baby is coming out. Even then I'm careful. Sometimes I really want to ask and talk to the person, but I'm not going there. I guess people don't feel that way about me.

Now I really need to increase my exercise efforts. My sit-up count has just gone up to 200 per day. If only I would actually make the time to do them.