While I was paying for my oil change today, I got the dreaded question, again. The slightly older saleslady smiled at me and said "So, when are you due?"
It stings. It always stings, but this time I knew it was because I wasn't looking forward to how it was going to feel the rest of the day. I knew in my mind that it would haunt me the rest of the day. It would eat away at my self esteem, until I was in sweatpants on the couch watching "Pretty Little Liars" feeling incredibly sorry for myself.
"The cars are ready" I texted my husband, who was inside the store; "forget about the ice cream on the list."
Monday, February 28, 2011
"So, When Are You Due?"
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Pity Party,
Skin Deep
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Ouch. You handled it better than I would have. I would have cried and demanded a free oil change for emotional damages.
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