The other day I had a conversation I’ve been dreading ever since my baby was born nearly 10 months ago. A repair man came to my house and as he was leaving asked, “so, when are you due?”
I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and pretend that I had heard him wrong, but he clarified and asked me again.
A million snarky responses went through my head, probably intensified by the fact that I have finally gotten serious about my weight loss for probably the first time in my life and recently lost 10 pounds. I opted to be polite.
Instead I said, “I’m not pregnant”.
The look on his face said it all though. He wasn’t embarrassed like any decent person should have been. No. He was confused.
“Well,” he said, “Did you just have a baby then?”
Nice. My 10 month old baby was sleeping upstairs but clearly I’m still not quite back to where I was before she was born, or for that matter, where I should have been weight wise before I got pregnant.
I carry all my weight in my stomach, which is unfortunate, because it means I get asked when I’m due all the time. The first few times it was funny -ish. It was still funny when my sister’s boyfriend argued with me and wanted to know if I was really SURE I wasn’t pregnant.
Yep. Pretty sure I would notice that.
Now it’s just kind of sad and yes, I realize that I need to love my body the way it is because of the beautiful children I got out of the deal, but when I’m fielding questions about my non-existent due date every few months it really wears on you.
I know that won’t be the last time I’m asked that question, but in the meantime, baby snuggles really do wonders for taking the sting away. Maybe next time I’ll be able to come up with a more clever response.
Have you ever been asked if you were pregnant when you weren’t?