If you think someone might be pregnant, don't ask. If they are pregnant and want to talk about it, they would have told you. If they aren't pregnant, you're going to look like an idiot and make someone feel fat. And possibly not ever wear that outfit again.
Admittedly, I have gained nearly ten pounds in the last several months. It sucks, I know. There's not really anywhere to put ten pounds on a person my height. Sigh.
But Saturday night, I was wearing Spanx! And not an empire-waist dress, which apparently add five months of gestation to my frame. But are so, so comfortable so I wear them anyway. Point is I really didn't look pregnant. Some lady overheard my mom say that she had two daughters pregnant, so this nice (but apparently not entirely skilled critical thinker) assumed that I was one of them.
Do I look pregnant? Would you naturally assume that because I got married nine months ago, it must be me who is pregnant? Do not all the children in my family have names that start with C? Frankly, I'm not sure what that had to do with any of it, but that was part of her explanation as to why she just announced in front of a dozen or so people that my mom "let slip the secret" that I was pregnant. She spent five minutes awkwardly trying to explain her assumption, when really the best thing would have been to apologize for the mix up and slink off to the cupcake table. It's what I would have done, except that I'm smart enough not to ask people if they're pregnant.