Oh yes. She did. I was shopping for a necklace in Target today and I went to the jewelry counter to try one on. So as I'm standing there admiring myself and the necklace the lady behind the counter asks me, "so when are you due?" Uhhhhh, yeah. I'm not pregnant. I get it, I'm fat, but damn woman. Aren't us girls supposed to stick together and leave dumb questions like that to the guys? I wasn't really offended, stuff happens. For the love of pete people, make sure a woman is pregnant before you ask her that question. I've been pretty cranky lately, she's lucky I didn't punch her in the throat.
I also bought myself a pedometer while at Target. I want to see just how far I'm walking in the morning. I think it's about 5 miles, but I want to know exactly. I walk for an hour and a half, so I've got to at least be hitting 10,000 steps a day. I think I'm going to start doing something different on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Some sort of strength training to alternate with walking. Maybe that's why I've hit the plateau. I'm not building or strengthening my muscles. We'll see how that works.
My nephews will be with us this week. So I'm bracing myself for the madness. Those boys are all boy. I've never seen the likes. I'm so glad my kids are laid back. I barely have enough energy to keep up with them as it is.