An awful experience at the dentist!

Now, this sounds predictable, right? Wrong! My time in the dentist chair was just fine. I had no problem until I got ready to leave. First, let me explain a few things. I have gone to the same dentist since I was 6 years old. My entire family (including my Grandmother) all go to the same dentist. Most of the employees have been there a long time and know my entire family. This includes the receptionist, a very nice lady by the way. Anyway, I am about to walk out the door when the horror begins. The very nice receptionist politely asked, "When is your baby due?" Uh, yeah, Payton is 9 months old! I tried not to look devastated as I told her, "I already had my baby." The receptionist was probably starting to realize she'd made a mistake and said, "Oh, how old is she?" When I replied, "Nine months." She started to back-pedal, "Oh, I thought your mom said was getting another grandchild. Is your sister expecting." "Nope. Neither of my sisters are expecting." More back-pedaling, "I guess I was thinking of someone else." Yeah, that was when I left. I tried not to make her feel bad, but I was horrified. I was on the verge of tears when I got in my car. For two days I couldn't tell anyone about the incident. I finally got up the courage to ask Brian if I look pregnant. He said no, but I wasn't convinced. I asked some friends to be honest. They replied with some very kind excuses for the poor receptionist. A) Maybe it was the baby doll style of shirt I was wearing. B) Maybe she really was mistaken about what she had heard. Well, all good excuses aside, the damage is done. I will probably never wear the darn shirt again and I am doing a lot more ab exercises! Now, I do not write my horrible experience because I want pity. I write this because I am hoping it will take some of the horror away from any of you who have had similar experiences and make each of us a little more cautious before assuming someone is pregnant!