Thursday, June 12, 2008
Egg on My Face
Noël reminded me of one of my most embarrassing moments that had happened a few years ago.
It happened at my brother's house when I was attending my niece's birthday party. Children swarmed around the living room, and in and out of the backyard where there was a rented jumpy house. I recognized most of their parents' faces, if I didn't remember their names.
"When are you due?" I asked one of the young mothers.
"I'm not pregnant," she responded casually.
"Oh. I am so sorry. Forgive me."
What else could I say? There was no where for me to go, nowhere to hide.
I will never ask that question again, no matter how convinced I am that someone looks pregnant. I'll wait to hear it from someone else, first, ideally from the expectant mother.