So today I got to clean up a child’s vomit, and a man asked me if I was pregnant.
Seriously, people? I haven’t had a carb in 30 days! I’m feeling kind of awesome at the moment. I AM NOT PREGNANT AND PLEASE STOP ASKING ME BECAUSE YOU’RE GIVING ME A COMPLEX.
My husband says I should just throw away this shirt. But I love this shirt, so instead I’ve resigned myself to grabbing the offending person’s hand, holding it up to my baby-less belly, and reminding them that I HAVE NOT HAD A CARB IN 30 DAYS AND I’M DOING CROSS FIT LIKE A CRAZY WOMAN. And that I’m not pregnant.
Whew. Must. Take. A. Deep. Breath.
But anyway, other than those two things, I actually had a quite wonderful day.
Did I mention I cleaned up puke? If you know me, you’ll know why this is particularly laughable.
My evening is going to be even better, because I’m coming home to a box of freshly picked peaches from my in-law’s neighbor’s peach tree, and I am going to attempt to make my very first peach cobbler.
My chef husband will probably supervise. And stand there looking all cute and stuff.
I can’t wait.
I do not understand why people are constantly asking you this question…first…its not a question you ask. Its just rude, and second…you look AMAZING. Maybe because your body is so rejuvinated it has a “glow” which people usually take for pregnant instead of healthy. Sigh….enjoy those peaches!! They look divine!
Thanks @Lindsay for the pep talk! Made my day!