Last week, I went to the doctor's office for my glucose test (which, by the way, my drink was lemon-lime flavored and it wasn't that bad! and I passed the test - whew!)
After checking in, I sat down across from a couple in the lab waiting room. The woman exclaims, “I love your shirt! Where did you get it?” As I peel off layers of coats and scarves, I explain that it’s actually a dress hiding under all of this, and I’m pretty sure I got it from Ross.
Nice people, always pleasant to start the day off with a compliment.A minute later, the man asks the woman, “Do you see how big her ring is?” Not a whisper. Loudly enough for me to hear, purposefully for me to hear. I have my arms folded across my stomach, so both my Aggie ring and my wedding/engagement rings are visible. I smile at them and wiggle my fingers.
Woman: “Which one?!”
Man: “The one with the huge diamonds! I gave Shana a ring even bigger than that.
Woman: “Oh that’s too big, I woudn’t want that.”
The man gets called back to the lab. And the woman continues to make conversation.
Woman: “So how far along are you?”
Me: “Almost 7 months!”
Woman: “I’m only four months, but I feel like you!”
She proceeds to take off her layers of coats to display her belly, waiting for my response. But it isn’t really a big round pregnant belly, it’s sort of just a cushiony, slightly overweight belly.
What am I supposed to say here!? Is she wanting me to tell her that her belly is big? Or should I say, oh you’re barely showing!?
Me: “Maybe he will be a big boy – do you know what you’re having?”
Woman: *huffs* “Not yet, I’m still waiting on Medicare.” *huffs again*
Me: “Oh, that must be frustrating.”
As a working gal with insurance, I’m not too sure how the Medicare process works, so I really can’t make any conversation around this or relate to her.
Me: “Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?”
Woman: “Well he already has 6 kids – 5 girls and 1 boy. And I have a boy and a girl”
Me: “Oh my, a full house! I bet you’ll just be happy with a healthy baby then.”
Woman: “I tell you what, I’m about to go doctor shopping to find me a doctor who will tie my tubes and give him a vasectomy!”
Might come across as a funny joke, but this woman was 100% serious.
Door opens. “Mrs. Cooper?”
Oh thank God! I’m terrified of blood, but I think I’d rather be back in the lab with a needle in my arm than hear what would come out of this woman’s mouth next!
Oh the joys of pregnancy :) More awkward encounters to come soon.