There’s a supermarket near our place that we frequented during the beginning of this year. I am acquainted (“acquainted” means hi, hello and bye) with some of the ladies working there since they always stop to chat with Pristine. But since they started charging for parking, we stopped going there and I haven’t visited for the past six months.
Well, anyway the huz and I went there last night for a quick shopping and a Filipino lady in the video shop got out and greeted me:
“How are you? Haven’t seen you for a long time!”
I said I was fine. Oh yeah, I was fine up until she oggled at me and my belly and asked:
“When did you give birth? Where’s the baby?”
*cue horror soundtrack (because I was about to whack her like how Freddie Kruger does to his victims)*
“You WERE pregnant, right?”
Apparently, to some people I was pregnant some months back and now I have delivered since I lost some of the belly. And then the other ladies there started gathering around me, excited to see the new bebe.
IF ONLY THERE WAS EVER A NEW BEBE.
I don’t know whether to be happy that I lost some belly (I say “some” not all) and that people saw the difference or be sad that all these time that I’ve been roaming around town, some people actually thought I was preggers even if I WASN’T.
What would you do?