I mentioned some time back that we have twin grandbabies coming, probably in November, Lord willing. My daughter has blossomed into a beautiful sight, inciting frequent comments from total strangers. She is regularly asked when she is due by people who think it must be any minute (given her shape). When she confesses to a December due-date, there are gasps of astonishment and the occasional “Holy Smoke!” She feels compelled to say in her defense, there are TWO in there. But she has had some real prize-winning comments, most of which I am not at liberty to share, but a couple that I feel it is safe to repeat.
From the barista: “If I were you I would be hating my life right now. I would so shoot my husband.” Given such a great attitude, my daughter asked her on the spot to be her birth coach.
From the manager of the gym: “Poor your body.” We really felt it would have been more appropriate to offer her a free membership. Nothing like a little uplifting comment!