Ok, I totally KNOW better. TOTALLY.
Unfortunately, my brain disconnected from body yesterday and, in my haste to meet a new friend at our school, I violated one of the cardinal rules of, well, being alive.
NEVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, ASK A WOMAN IF SHE IS PREGNANT.
What if she's about to deliver and is asking you for a bowl of hot water, a towel and a soft place to lie down?
What if she asks to borrow your old baby swing and if you know a good O.B.?
What if she's eating a roasted turkey leg, a jar of pickles, and large basket of fries with a strawberry milkshake and says, "giggle, giggle, you know, just eating for two"?
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER.
What if she has that beautiful glow and is wearing what might be interpreted as maternity clothes.
OH MY GOODNESS, DON'T YOU DARE.