Blerg

So H and I went to the grocery this morning.  As we were checking out the bagger, who has Downs Syndrome, looked at me and said, "Are you having a boy or a girl?"

...awkward silence...

So, either my tummy is bigger than I thought.  Or, he saw the bottle of Johnson's baby soap I was buying (which I use as my daily soap).  Or, he's clairvoyant, and knew I used to be pregnant.

I know he didn't mean anything by it, but still.  It stings a heck of lot more than it should.