I hear the strangest things when I'm grocery shopping, getting gas, strolling through the mall, you name it. Having a baby is like an invitation for unwanted small talk. I realize that might make me sound like an evil old shrew, but its the truth.
People will come up to me and ask a pretty generic question, how old is she or what's her name, just so they can tell me about THEIR children or THEIR birth weight or THEIR chronic asthma. I do not freaking care cashier lady! Give me my damn receipt, and let me be on my merry way!!!
Grocery shopping used to be very therapeutic for me (pre-Lucy). I used to take my time, stroll through every aisle thinking about possible new recipes.... Now its a game of speed. In and out. I even made a comprehensive shopping list to help move things along. It doesn't matter though, because at least two people will stop me in the store to tell me all about how they were in labor for 45 hours and had a 13 pound baby..
Some of the weird things that I've been asked and/or told....
(Male) cashier at Fry's... Was your husband in the room for the birth?
Florist at Safeway (after first, VERY clearly, glancing at my boobs)... So you're breastfeeding?
Co-worker (that I am not close with by any means)... Did you lose all of the baby weight yet? Did you get a lot of stretch marks?
Fellow Costco customer... She's so big!!! She must have been a big baby to birth! Did you tear a whole lot?
Nurse at Pediatrician #1's office... THAT'S a c-section baby!!! I can tell by the head!
Bag boy at Safeway... You must feel a lot of relief carrying her on the outside now. You were pretty huge!