Today Henson and I made a trip to the post office to get stamps. The postman there recognizes us, and he's very nice. While we were waiting I picked up Henson for a minute so he could see something. The postman reacted in an embarrassingly loud voice, as if I were committing a crime. "Don't pick him up, you have a baby!" He continues to tell me that if I lift too much weight while pregnant my baby will be born with a hernia.
Yes, a hernia... And yes, not me, the baby...
It took a minute for the absurdity of what he said to sink in. How do you respond to that? I give myself credit for keeping a straight face until I made it to the car. I challenge anyone to come up with a crazier piece of pregnancy advice.
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