Stupid stuff that people say . . .

(Please note: At my 31 week appointment, I was measuring 28 weeks.)

Something about pregnancy invites all kinds of asinine behavior. I've noticed it primarily among senior citizens at both work and church and am kind of amazed. Primarily, the shocking things have been what people say but there is also the bizarre "need" some people have to touch the stomach. Every single time it happens I feel an urge to reach out and rub the stomach belonging to the offender but I have - so far - resisted.

Early on, when I was perhaps 18 or 19 weeks, an elderly woman at work actually lifted up the bottom of my maternity top because she wanted to "see what maternity pants look like these days" . . . fortunately for her, that was a day where I was actually wearing maternity pants because there were several days where I was just wearing regular pants with the button unbuttoned.

As you all know, I've been small all along and that brought a whole host of "are you sure you're pregnant" comments. Those were delightful.

Then, around 20 to 24 weeks this insane (older) lady at the grocery store told me that I shouldn't buy apricots because they are bad for the baby. I still don't know what that was about. Wish I'd been quick enough to ask where she'd gotten her medical degree.

Last week I happened to wear pink two days in a row (one day was solid pink and the next day was pink and white) and an old man at work told me I was trying to turn Daniel into a girl by wearing pink. Uh, yeah. Cuz that's totally how it works.

Also last week, B's mom told me that I finally have a tummy - and that my butt had gotten bigger. I seriously had nothing to say in response.

And just today another older lady at work tells me I'm getting fat . . .