Rudeness

Now that I am walking around with two little boys and a very pregnant belly, friends and also random strangers seem to feel the need to comment on the gender of the upcoming child. Things like, "So is it a girl this time? No? Oh well, at least you tried." Okay, maybe they don't say that exactly, but that's the attitude. Like having a third was a fine idea because we were trying for a girl. If we already had one of each gender, I'd probably get lots of people wondering why in the world we were having another one.

Three boys is fine with me; in fact, they are a blessing from the Lord! I do feel like I'm raising golden retrievers at times, but they sure are loyal to their mom. They will support me well in my old age.

Just this morning, a lady asked while we were out, "So... is this one a girl?" But the best of all was a saleslady in the shoe dept. at Dillard's last week. Obviously they are not selling much these days, because the salespeople were kind of vulture-like.

Her: Are you looking for anything in particular?
Me: No, just looking
Her: Well, we have lots of good sales right now. Do you like this brand?
Me: Um, uh huh
Her: (eyeing Jordan with the two boys) So... how many more are you going to have??
Me: One more, for now
Me (to Jordan): Let me show you one pair across the store, and then we can go.
Her: Well, they look just like your husband. Sorry. I know you do all the work.
Me: courtesy laugh
Me (to Jordan): Let's go to the Walking Company and see if they have what I'm looking for...
Her: I heard that!!

10 or so more weeks... Then everyone will look at the cute newborn, and it won't matter that he's dressed in blue... (unless the ultrasound was wrong!)