Forgive me for feeling a little insulted, and slightly confused. Yesterday, a lady at the church asked me if I was pregnant again. Oh, geez. Thanks. I know I am looking fat these days, but um, no. Not pregnant.
Then at the gym this morning – a visit fueled in part by the comment of the day before – the nursery attendant there asked me about my GRANDDAUGHTER Saralyn. That’s right – granddaughter.
Holy Moses. That stings. I’m either a glowing tub of motherhood or a 36-year old grandmother, or both. I need a body wrap and a facial – STAT!