“Aww, a baby! How old?”
“Oh, and another one on the way?!”
I could see the horror in the sample lady’s* eyes as the words left her mouth and she realized what she was saying. Then she kept digging. “Oh, just a mommy pooch, ha ha! That’s what I call it! A mommy pooch! Ha!”
In her defense, I was laughing, too, because of course I still look pregnant-ish. It doesn’t bother me that people notice. But who assumes there’s a baby in there after ascertaining that I gave birth two months ago? How could I be showing with another? She’s lucky I’m such a fan of witnessing social awkwardness.
*Yes, this woman was trying to sell me something as she called me fat. Soda, as it happens, to make the whole thing more absurd.