To set the scene: I’m in the kitchen at work, making my morning oatmeal (nom nom nom). My co-worker (a late twenties male) is making coffee in the same kitchen.
Coworker: “So, are you starting to count down the days?”
Me: Confused “to what?”
Coworker: “To the birth.”
Me: looking down at my belly and then back to my coworker, “I have four more months!”
Did that seriously just happen? This reminds me of the scene is “Away We Go,” where the main character Verona is at the airport trying to purchase a ticket and the airline workers won’t let her because they don’t believe that she’s only 6 months pregnant, and they all huddle around her trying to decide if she’s really only 6 months.