Let me start with an admission. I have a tendency to speak before I think more often than not.
Es no bueno.
Thankfully this little disorder seems to be getting better with age. Thank you sweet heavens. It doesn't happen with everybody.
I have had some of the oddest things said to me since having BG. It's something about carting a child around that makes people just flap their jaws in your directon.
I've had more people ask me "when are y'all going to have another one?" or tell me "you need a boy" (I actually only NEED food and water thanks) or pass along "you don't want them to be too spaced out" as another adage of wisdom from so many fine folks.
One lady told me once that it's a shame my child looked nothing like me but I could always hope the next one might. One lady told me I would never look good again because my baby stole all my good looks.
People are peachy aren't they?
Seriously, they will say anything.
But the best one ever...
So BG and I are perusing the purse section of TJ Maxx one day. This was probably February and I still hadn't gotten around to joining WW and was still packing a few extra poundage in the mid section area. Fun.
So we're shopping when I see this cute old lady smiling and making eyes at BG in the cart. I smile back and she comes over to us.
"How old is she?" she asks nodding at BG.
"Ten and a half months" I said with a big 'ol smile.
Then the lady furrows her brow and looks at BG and then looks back at me like she's figuring something out.
"Ten months? Well she's such a pretty girl isn't she?" she's practically cooing at BG by this point.
Then she turns to me and puts. her. hand. on. my. poochage. and says "and another one on the way so soon?".
I was floored. But thankfully my mouth can always be counted on so I spit out "oh no. That's just the bits and pieces this one left behind".
And with that, I had to move on because I was mortified.
I also came home and signed up for WW. The truth comes out.