I can just imagine the room they have in the back where they accept organ donations to cover the cost of broken items.
We've been working on the basement you see. Well, correction, hubby's been working on the basement. I've been cheering him on from the stairs.... and the living room couch.
Home Depot was our last stop. Hubby went off to find something while I waited at the paint counter for a sample can of the color we are considering for the basement family room.
Since we had already been walking around for a while, my back was letting me how utterly unhappy it was with me and was punishing me accordingly. Kind of like the scale does after too much cookie dough. So, I leaned over onto the counter to relieve some of the pressure from my back.
Just then, a young woman standing next to me, also waiting for some paint, looked over and started up a conversation.
"How far along are you?"
"Oh, I have about four to five weeks left."
Scrunching her face up in pity, she started in on her cute little story of how she totally understands and she remembers how hard pregnancy was. Then putting her hands on the car seat in her cart she explained that her son was only six weeks old so yes, she still remembers just how very difficult pregnancy was and encouraged me to hang strong because it's almost over and goes on and on about just how worth it it is in the end.
She totally had the new mommy glow going for her, all chipper and happy.
I smiled and replied that this one was actually my fifth, and so I think my back just hates me for torturing it so.
Eyes snapping wide open and mouth dropping to the floor she stuttered, "Oh..... wow... I, uh, I would never have guessed that! Wow... yah.... I just... never would have guessed."
She was clearly appraising my face trying to gauge my age.
After that she wouldn't talk or look at me.
I couldn't help but chuckle, was it something I said?