On Monday, Tom had the day off, so I attempted once again to sneak out of the house for a short time without Stella Bella Baby. It was a success, and I found a couple of the white shirts I've been needing!
I had an awkward/amusing exchange at the entrance to the fitting room with the lady who counts your items and hands you the tag with a number.
As I approach...
Lady: "(muffle muffle) stomach (muffle muffle)"
Me: "What was that?"
Lady: "I see your stomach sticking out a tiny bit."
*I quickly look down, thinking maybe my shirt was pulled up and I'm showing off my attractive stretch marks to all the world. But no...I'm wearing my coat, and it's still buttoned up...*
Lady: "There's a baby in there, right?"
Me: "Umm....no....." [totally awkward]
Lady: [unfazed] "Oh."
*I'm just wishing she'd hand me the dang tag, and be done with it.*
Lady: "I feel like I offended you or something."
Me: [increasingly awkward] "No....it's fine..."
Lady: "It's ok. I have a fat stomach too."