note to the world at large:
It is not very great to say, “is that number 3 in there?” to a woman you hardly know. It’s nearly always a bad idea.
Last night, Alec and I went to a party welcoming a pal back to town. and over the course of the conversation, I was introduced as his old roommate as well as a person who has been very busy in the last three years (marriage, two sons).
I was enjoying the change of pace to catch up with an old pal without the little ones around. had a little beer (out of a can — how college!) and was in the middle of a glass of white wine when the man asked me that dreadful question.
I chuckled it off and said very loudly and nervously, “that’s the stomach from number two still going away” but I wanted to run and cry.
But I didn’t cry. I finished my awkward conversation, excused myself for a glass of water, and grabbed Alec so he could tell me how decidedly-unpregnant I look ideal now.
I’m never wearing that tee shirt again.