Most explosively rude comment ever. Yelled- no, screeched- across a parking lot:
“That HAS to be twins! Oh, manybe triplets! You’re having twins or triplets, right?”
“No. There’s just one in here”
“NO WAY! Are you SURE!? That’s GOT to be twins”
(loud commentary to her friends at the table about how incredibly huge I am and how miserable I must be at this moment)
She didn’t ask my due date. She didn’t ask my name. She obviously isn’t aware that I am a pregnant woman who is not afraid to arm myself.
PSA: Here is how these conversations should go:
First you’re not obligated to comment when you see a pregnant person. Really. We know we’re pregnant. We know we’re large, or small, or glowing, or shiny, or whatever. We have mirrors, and families to tell us what we look like. If you must say something at all, if you can’t stand to see a pregnant person pass by you without some comment, just ASK THE DUE DATE.
When you hear the due date, swallow WHATEVERTHEFUCK you were going to say, and just say this: (Are you ready? Burn this into your memory, Internet. Make sure you never forget it)
“Oh! Congratulations! Have a great rest of your pregnancy! Good Luck!”
I would say vary this statement, but evidently the general public cannot be trusted to improvise when it comes to commentary to or about pregnant women. So just fucking memorize the above and use it every single time, please.
Oh, holy shit. You are right on. Actually, you are going easy on those rat bastards, man. Easily, the most ridiculous and ignorant interaction I have seen. I still cannot even believe I heard what I heard. They weren’t even talking to you, they were loudly talking about you while vaguely acknowledging your existence.Absurd.
People suck. Seriously.