I love living in a small town. I love the fact that I can walk around town by myself without getting anxious. I love that I can go to the neighbor's house for sugar if I need to (well, I could go to Cana's house...nobody else), I love that I know a lot of people...but I don't love that people think they know your business. Last night someone congratulated Timothy in the grocery store...it went a little somethin' like this:
Random Person: I hear congratulations are in order (in that sing-songy voice)
Timothy: For what?...
Random Person: That you and Jessica are expecting.
Timothy: WHAT?!?!...ummmmmm no.
Random Person: Well I heard it from 2 different people.
Timothy: ummmmm no. I can nip that one in the bud for you right now...we are definitely not pregnant.
Random Person: Well...I'll have to tell those people that they were wrong...
Darn right you will! Timothy took it better than I did. He said, "well at least the rumor is that you and I are pregnant, not that you're pregnant by someone else, or someone else is pregnant by me!" Touche... But still...I have to admit I was semi-flattered until I got to thinking...do I look big enough to be pregnant?!?!? Emergency 2010 Diet begins January 2nd people!
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This is why no one should ever ask if someone's pregnant. Even if they're in labor, assume it's a ruptered appendix, not another life being brought into the world.
ReplyDeleteAnd no, you do not look pregnant.