I was waddling back and forth between my cart and the conveyor belt that takes my loot slowly to the cashier when the lady behind me asked, “When are you due?”
“Oh, I just have about two or three weeks left.” I sighed unintentionally.
She smiled, gave me that knowing look, and then asked, “You’re having twins aren’t you? My daughter is having twins.”
“Ha ha! No, believe it or not, there’s just one in there!” I replied. Then noticing she looked somewhat embarrassed I added, “Oh, don’t worry, this is my fifth baby. They say you get bigger with each one.” I paid for my groceries and waved good-bye.
But I have one thing to say to all those that are always telling me I’m not that big: “Liars! The lot of you!”
Okay, now I have that off my chest. Thank you for making me feel better anyway!