I've heard others say it, but suddenly I've reached my own limit with strangers and mere acquaintances feeling like it's okay to discuss my pregnancy because they can see my big belly.
How creepy would it be for me to approach an unknown woman with children and ask her, "Oh, are all these yours? And how old are they? What are their names? When are their birthdays?"
And yet people I don't know continue to ask me exactly when I'm due, whether it will be a boy or girl, whether it's my first, and what its name will be.
I know they're trying to be polite. I know they only have good intentions. But it doesn't keep me from resenting their stupidity and presumption! As though something this intensely personal and emotional, this experience that is at the center of my heart, that is shaking me to the very core and changing my whole existence, isn't much different from the weather or football scores and makes an excellent choice for small talk in the check out line or church parking lot.