“Honey, you have that glow, you know, like you should get pregnant.”
“If you get pregnant, we could have our babies at the same time.”
“Married a year already? Married 2 months, pregnant with my daughter.”
“25? You better hurry up! Don’t wait so long like me!”
At least no one has told me I look pregnant.
Here’s the deal, I really do want kids. I just don’t want them right now! I don’t know why all the women at my work are so concerned with me having some Little Fromages! More concerning than them poking their noses into when we’re having kids, is when they start discussing the process of makin’ those babies…
I got cornered in my office recently by a coworker who asked….
“How old are you? 25? Oh, man, believe me, the sex just keeps getting better from here! Wait ‘til you’re like 28… See me then, we’ll talk!”
I hope to God I’m not still working here with you in 3 years, and if I am, I’m not going to chit chatting in the break room with you about hitting the sheets.
I was at a loss for words when a lady who comes in regularly asked about my knee (I’ve got a bum one on the right and keep it taped), I told her it was same old, same old and she leaned in and whispered this…
“Honey, you got a boyfriend or a husband?....You should tell him you can’t be on top! That’s what I would do!”
Uhm…Thanks, for all that, but I’m pretty sure LT Fromage and I have it under control by ourselves, thanks.
Not awkward at all….