The dog days are over, the dog days are gone

Wal-Mart at its best, is still not the model for prestige or etiquette. I head out Monday for the usual grocery shopping torture. I am waiting in line, cart full to the brim and then I hear it, "are you close to being due?". This elderly woman behind me (buying nothing but cat food and Diet Coke), obviously felt the need to make a human connection and that was the best conversation starter she could think of. With three months left to go, I know that my belly is rather large this time around. I am quite fond of it and like that I now LOOK pregnant but come on people- how about, "did you hear the new Florence + the machine track" or even, "did you see the price on the Roma tomatoes?". Oh well. I responded (as best I could with what breath I could muster after lifting my water out of my cart), "nope. I have three months left to go". From there, she really didn't know what to say. I am sure she was thinking "Do I, A) respond how small you look for being 6 months pregnant or B) sympathize with how HUGE you are being only 6 months pregnant". Bless her heart, she just smiled and finished unloading the Fancy Feast Shrimp dinners from her cart. I took that as, you are showered, your shirt covers the underside of your belly and your toenails are painted- I stood out like a sore thumb.