So there I was, innocently pushing a shopping cart with my newborn child inside. She was only a week old, and I was glad to be out of the house. My husband was somewhere in the store, probably searching for new wiper blades, which can't seem to be found anywhere in this entire state. I was turning the corner when a woman almost collided with my cart. "Oh!" She cried, then saw my little bundle sitting in the cart. "What a beautiful little girl!" she shrieked. I beamed with pride. After all, how many times do strangers see a baby and instantly ask (regardless of pink dresses or blue blankets with something like tractors all over them), "Boy or girl?" (This topic of conversation may be used for a future post). I was feeling pretty good. Not only was my baby beautiful, but she was in fact obviously a girl. Then the woman continued, looking at my belly and pointing with her pudgy finger. "So, when are you due?"
I was a little confused. Then the question sank in. I felt my face getting a little red with frustration. Was she serious? "I just had her a week ago!" I cried. The woman didn't even blink. She just looked at my belly again and then walked away. To this day I'm still confused about the whole thing. When was I due? I had a week old baby! When was I due? I probably looked like I was at least 5 months pregnant! When was I due? Do the math, lady. Do the math!