I arrived at the wedding reception battling nausea from a bout of food poisoning. So I tried to find my footing by leaning against the wall on the patio, nursing a water while chatting with a couple of guests. That’s when you locked eyes with me and barreled through a sea of guests to say hi. You noticed that I was just sipping water and then blurted out, “Oh, you must be pregnant!” I shook my head, embarrassed that you would say something like that loud enough to make a bunch of people turn their heads to look at my belly. “No,” I reply, “I can’t even get pregnant, thank you very much.” But you insisted, bringing up the must-be-knocked-up thing quite loudly at least four more times until someone saw my discomfort and came to my rescue. Next time, show a little tact.
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