When is your baby due?

Scenario: I am sitting in the waiting room at therapy this morning, waiting for the girls to finish their speech, physical and occupational therapies. My life story. I am sitting slouched in my chair, arching my back and balancing my laptop on my lap.


Lady: When is your baby due?

Me (staring at my laptop): No baby.

Lady: Oh.

Me: *silence, staring at my laptop*

Lady: How many kids do you have?

Me: Three.

Lady: Oh, well that will stretch things out.

Me: *silence, staring at my laptop*

Lady: My body is shaped like that too.

Me: *silence, staring at my laptop*

Lady: Sorry.

Me: No worries.


Oh.my.word. Seriously. I am dying here just reliving this in my head ... what was this woman thinking? She is a complete outcast and I have to sit in a waiting room with her week after week, listening to her nonsense. Be it singing at the top of her lungs, talking 999 decibels too loud or just saying the most random things ... I do not know how much more I can take!

Had I been quick on my toes, the conversation would have went like this ...


Lady: When is your baby due?

Me: November.

Lady: Aww, congratulations.

Me: Thanks ... when is your baby due?


Or ... a friend suggested this would have been even better ...


Lady: When is your baby due?

Me: Next month.

Lady: Wow, you are tiny!

Me: Yes I am!


Ha ... love it. Maybe someday I'll be quick on my toes.