meanwhile, at Canadian Tire...

recover, recover, recover. Obviously I've made a terrible mistake. I have just bumped into an old high school acquaintance and have placed my hand on her belly exclaiming, "When are you due?!" I have done this because for the first time in my life I am absolutely, positively certain that this person standing before me IS pregnant. She, however, is not. And this is the phrase that forces all the blood to rush upwards through my body, defying gravity and causing my face to glow an inhuman purpley-red, "No, I just got really fat ever since my dad died". Oh.