The other day my friend Caroline had a comment on her blog about how it is better to be told that you have hairy arms than asked if you are pregnant when you aren't. I thought to myself while reading it, "Hmmm...luckily no one has ever asked me that."
Sure enough, karma or irony or something came to haunt me the very next morning.
I was at a Saturday morning oral pathology/surgery conference. One of the professors introduced me to another woman by saying, "Erin, have you met ____? Two expectant mothers, how wonderful!"
I said, "Uh, excuse me, me? Do you think/did you hear I'm pregnant? I didn't know that myself!"
I really don't know where that came from. I am preferring to think that someone told him mistakenly or he misunderstood or something.
I have always had a poochy tummy, but I hope it isn't THAT poochy!