I've become "that person" I've always warned other of. I asked a woman who wasn't pregnant when she was due.
Could there really be anything worse? I'd met her two seconds before - she had come to the beach with a group of my friends, and she looked suspiciously round in her two piece bathing suit. "So when does #4 show up?" I asked with a smile.
She looked at her other three children playing in the sand and said with a scowl, "not for a while I hope."
And that was the end of her interest in me. I was wondering why she didn't give me an exact date - then it hit me, she probably wasn't pregnant at all. A while later I asked my friend if this lady was pregnant and she confirmed that there was absolutely no nurturing activities going on in that particular uterus.
What do you do to amend such an egregious faux paus? I decided to do nothing. To apologize would necessitate having to talk about it more and I'm sure this woman just wanted to throw me out into the ocean with concrete slippers, not have a friendly chat. I still don't understand what possessed me to ask. In my pathetic defense, she was Mormon which gives her a 95% chance of being pregnant regardless of the shape of her tummy. Regardless, I've always vowed not to ask a woman if she was expecting until I could hear the baby crying on the birthing table. And even then, probably not. So many of my friends have been burned by this question. But I asked it.
I must be punished. Any ideas?