"Strangely enough, even after 3 times, I never had anything awkward that stands out to me other than the time I was 8 or 9 months prego with #2 at Kohl’s in Weatherford, trying to corral #1 at the check out, and these 2 ladies in line RIGHT behind me had the following convo (as if I could not hear any of it):
1st Rude Woman: OH. MY. GAWD. Look at her belly!
2nd Rude Woman: Oh my Gawd. She is bout to drop that sack o’ potatoes any minute, like maybe right here in this store!
1st Rude Woman: I just never got that big. Do you think it’s twins? It must be. And here we are approaching summertime in Texas. Poor, poor girl.
2nd Rude Woman: It’s a shame her husband’s not helping her with the shoppin’. If she has one.
At this point I turned around and stared a pretty big hole in both of them, and they shut up. I realize I get a big pregnant belly, so SUE ME for growing large children!!" - Erin
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