At church on Sunday, I was in the hall taking care of Primary business (I just got released by the way) when I strike up a conversation with a couple of people from the ward.
Brother W. turns to me and asks, "Now when are you due again?"
To which I reply,"January 24th. When is your wife due?"
He answers, "On the 20th. Now, this is your second right?"
I smile. This is his second baby so, maybe he just thought it was mine also. Oh well, might as well drop the bomb and see what happens.
"No, this is my fourth actually."
His reaction did not surprise me one bit. As his eyes bulged out of his head he says, "Are you serious?"
At this point, Sister H. points out to Brother W., "Well, she had all of hers close together."
I couldn't help myself. I indignantly replied, "Savannah's four years old!"
At this point, Brother W., who is by nature rather loud and boisterous, looks me full in the face and says, "You're crazy!" I mean, I would love to have a big family, but my wife couldn't do it. But, wow, YOU ARE CRAZY!"
The sweet things people say. Oh well, just smile and nod, smile and nod....
A family trip to Walmart on Saturday for necessities started to get a little out of control. Kids, they want to be independent or something! Sheesh, don't they know this is a dictatorship, not a democracy? LOL
Anyway, at the checkout line, I am in the front, unloading while Luke is in the back of the line dealing with the grumpy kidlets. The cashier starts. "Wow, are they all yours?"
Smiling I rely, "Yes, yes they are."
She looks at them again and with a touch of awe says, "Wow, you are so brave, you must be supermom!
I wanted to tell her just how far from the truth that is. Just because I had these kids close together doesn't mean its easy or anything.
But then she catches a glimpse of my stomach. "And you're expecting another one? Oh wow!"
I really don't remember what else she said but she went on for a little while.
Maybe when the kids get a little older it won't be such a shock factor to people. Perhaps its just the lump of little bodies that throw people off?
Is it bad to admit that sometimes, all these things that people say to me sometimes makes me feel a bit.. abnormal?
I think I'm going to make a shirt that says, "Yes, they're all mine, so don't ask!" LOL
If you ever get tired of me telling these stories, just say so. I won't promise that I'll stop, but I'll be more careful about how much I tell. =)