Have you ever noticed that when people find out you are pregnant the questions they ask border on being inappropriate? I was at the dentist today (fun fun!) and the dental hygienist was talking to me about my baby-to-be, which was difficult to begin with because I had numerous tools and both his hands in my mouth. Then he asked if I knew the sex of the baby and when I told him, “yes, we’re having a girl,” he asked me if I wanted a boy.
Now, I don’t know him. I’ve never spoken to him really except for a few grunts and “mmhmm” or “uhhu,” mumbles…What was I supposed to say? “Well, now that you mention it, I really did want a boy and I’m depressed and want to give it back and start all over again and thanks for asking because my shrink never even broached the subject with me and now I’m at a loss at what to tell my husband and, oh, have I mentioned that I can’t poop with any regularity?”
I mean come on!
At least he didn’t try to feel my belly!
photo credit: seanmcgrath
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