Murrmurr
SF VIP
- Location
- Sacramento, California
D'oh!Me, to a female friend I hadn't seen in a while: "Hi, <her name>! Good to see you! Oh, I see you're pregnant!" From the looks of her belly, she looked to be about six months into a pregnancy.
Her: "No, I'm not pregnant."
Me. "Oh, ummmm...."
That was way back in the 1980s.
Actually, I had a very similar experience...
In a train station arrivals lobby, I gave up my seat to a lady I'd never met, and as she sat down I smiled and asked "When is your baby due?"
And she said "My baby?" .....it took her a second. An agonizing, absolutely mortifying second. I literally held my breath, and I know I turned dark red. I felt it.
So then I asked "Oh, who are you waiting for?" ...because, you know, babies can buy train tickets.
She was gracious. She did glance down at her li'l pot-belly, though. I've never ever asked that question since unless the mother-to-be tells me with her own lips "I'm pregnant!" (also, only if she says it like it's good news)

