Wasn't Quite Expecting THAT Response...

So with the forecast claiming pretty warm weather soon, I gave in and went to Motherhood Maternity to buy a pair of shorts. While there, I listened to the sales associate brag on and on and on to various customers (she was rather loud with her voice so it was hard not to hear it all) about her grandbabies and all the clothes that she's been buying for her pregnant daughter, etc. Well, her loud ways continued when I got up there to check out...

Apparently, this particular store wants every possible bit of information just short of your SSN when you purchase something there. Every time she asked for another piece of info, I would answer her, then go back to searching through my purse. When she'd ask for something else -- phone number, email, due date, mailing address, etc. -- I would quickly answer, then go back to what I was doing. I didn't expect this to last as long as it did! When she got to my address, I was surprised to hear that she already had one on file. I've never bought anything from this store before...ever. Minus the few things I bought at Old Navy and Ross while preggo with Liv, the rest are hand-me-downs from my sister, Jen. So for her to have an address under my name, I couldn't help but ask what address she had. As it turns out, she had my parents' address in Indy. Weird! I would have never given that as my address. Heck, I can't even remember it off-hand when I'm mailing them a card -- let alone give it to a store while purchasing some clothes! Oh well, anyways...I said that must've been from a LONG time ago so we updated it. Her next question was what threw me off -- well...not the question, but how she handled my answer...

She asked me in a very loud, excited voice..."So, is this your FIRST?!?!"

***Let me just say that I HATE that question with a passion. People don't really want to hear the answer. When I say, "No, we've lost three." It kills the conversation. Yet, I can't simply just say, "No," by itself, or it would lead to more questions about my other kids, etc. I just hate it.***

After she asked that question...I paused, looked at her, and nicely said, "Um...hopefully our first healthy one." I left it at that and continued to look at the little credit card screen to sign my name. As I started to look down, she started laughing...hard -- as if I was a stand-up comedian and I had just told the most hilarious joke of the night. I stopped what I was doing, looked up at her and just thought, "How is that even funny?" I don't know what kind of response I expected out of that, but it sure wasn't a laugh. Maybe an awkward silence or just an, "oh, ok..." and we'd move on -- I had no interest in carrying on a conversation with her, but I was nicely answering her questions as they were asked. As she continued to laugh with a cheesy grin on her face, I grabbed my bag and left.

Maybe I was just super sensitive, but that was really disturbing to me on many levels. Why a laugh? What kind of response is that? Even if that wasn't implying previous loss, would you laugh at the hope of having a healthy kid?

Oh well. After dealing with that annoyance, I went to Target to run the rest of my errands and headed home. While I was there, I couldn't help but grab some clearance Peanut M&M's. I didn't think they would be such a weakness, but man...I can't put the bag down! At least one good thing came from that little shopping trip...

Does anyone else think of the scene in Tommy Boy when eating M&M's?