Lunchtime chit-chat

Mrs. No Tact: SOOOOOO….when are you having that baby?

Me: Who, me? What baby? I’m not pregnant.

Mrs. No Tact: I thought you were pregnant!

Me: I wasn’t the last time I checked.

Mrs. No Tact: Are you sure?

Me: …

Mrs. No Tact: Hmm…well, when are you going to get pregnant? Are you still surroganting?

Me: I’m working on it. (wench)

14 Comments

  1. sara on August 4, 2008 at 2:30 pm

    Sorry about Mrs No Tact…that didn’t sound like a very fun conversation. Some people just don’t get it. ((hugs))



  2. Becky on August 4, 2008 at 2:38 pm

    I want to punch her in the head for you.



  3. Jen on August 4, 2008 at 3:03 pm

    What a sweetheart! 🙂



  4. JuliaKB on August 4, 2008 at 3:06 pm

    Well, I thought I’d wait until you learned some tact, but then I realized that if I did that, I would never get to surrogant again.



  5. Moxie on August 4, 2008 at 3:20 pm

    HAHA, Julia! I’m good for making snappy comebacks, but never at the moments when I really need them. And even if I did, I’m too quiet and shy (and TACTFUL) to let them rip.



  6. Nikki on August 4, 2008 at 3:34 pm

    I can come smack her for you! I’m very good at that now! The nerve!



  7. Carrie on August 4, 2008 at 4:31 pm

    That COW!!! She will never learn when to keep her mouth shut!



  8. tash on August 4, 2008 at 4:39 pm

    Surrogating? For real? Bwah.



  9. Shanez on August 4, 2008 at 5:30 pm

    WOW- – – thats all I can come up with…



  10. Io on August 4, 2008 at 7:35 pm

    Ug. She sounds brilliant.



  11. nancy on August 4, 2008 at 10:37 pm

    good lord. Some people’s kids, right?



  12. debbie on August 4, 2008 at 11:59 pm

    Yuck. I can’t stand people with no EQ. Doesn’t it just make you glad you’re not in that person’s family. Could you imagine the dinner table routine–or a weekend alone with her?



  13. MomMega on August 5, 2008 at 12:43 am

    Ugh! Rude people just amaze me! So sorry you had to deal with that!



  14. Barb on August 5, 2008 at 2:07 pm

    Surroganting.. Love it. That’s just like when that lady at lunch insisted to us that her IUI’s that her doctor performed were actually IVI’s, and that she had to inject that “F something hormone thingy.”