a target for helpful comments/stares/shocked faces.
And I don't know why.
Apparently, people feel the need to come up to me and say things like, "I hope that baby is a girl."
Or, "It's a girl this time, right?"
And even some say NOTHING and literally just STARE at my round-ness. And I think they're thinking "I hope that baby is a girl."
And it happens at least one time every time I go out of my house. Usually 2 or 3 times. When Derek is with me, or alone, it makes no difference. People are not shy about it.
Apparently, the fact that I have two small, but usually well-behaved boys and am very obviously pregnant (I hope) is just stare/comment worthy. Who knew?
So, I always just laugh and say, "Nope! It's a boy!" and some people laugh, and some exclaim, "Oh no!" and others, "You're going to keep trying for that girl, right?" (I am not making that up.)
It wouldn't be bad, except that they are strangers.
They are people at Target or the fabric store. I don't know these people. But thankfully, the fact that they don't know me personally does not stop them from pointing out an important fact:
I am a circus freak, and I didn't even know it.
So, next time you see me, make sure to please comment on the tragedy that is being pregnant with my third boy.
And if by some weird turn of fate, this baby IS a girl, then please feel free to ask me OFTEN if I'm done now that I got my girl.