Today I was pumping gas.
Syndil was grumpy, so I was crouching down and running around the car, popping up in different places to keep her entertained. You know, making faces and stuff.
A woman was walking past, and stopped to see who I was playing with.
"Aw, look at her! Hi cutie! How old is she?"
"She is 2, and he is 8 weeks"
"There are two of them!! Wow, and look at you, pregnant with another one!"
"Wait, did you say 8 weeks? That is so.....fast.....oh. You aren't pregnant, are you?"
I was speechless.
"Well. Sorry. I just thought..." She gestured to my tummy. Then she shook her head. "Never mind."
And she walked away.