Yesterday I was complaining to Mr. French about some new weird leg pains I’ve been having (they’re worse today).
I was saying, “They’re not horrible. It’s not like labor, but I definitely have to stop what I’m doing. It’s really annoying.”
“But this is a new pain? You’ve never had it before?”
“Yeah. It’s weird, but I’m sure it’s “normal”.”
“It must be a girl then,” he teased. “Since you’ve never had it before.”
“Yeah, like the gender of the baby determines what kind of pains you have when you’re nine months along, instead of, say age or position.” I said rolling my eyes.
Today, I was at the grocery store. I was getting some samples for the kids and the lady behind the counter noticed that I was pregnant.
“You’re having another boy?” she asked.
“We don’t know.” I said. “We just have about a week to wait.”
“Oh, you’re having another boy. I can tell.” She said confidently.
What with your X-RAY EYES and everything.
I wished I could have rolled my eyes then.