Ask Rude Questions, Get Rude Answers

I have always dreamed of becoming a mother, but unfortunately, five years of trying resulted in three (very early) miscarriages. I work in a department that is dominated by young women, so women get pregnant there all the time. I am also “blessed” with genes that I bloat up during every period, making me look at least three months pregnant. At least once a month, during my period, people ask me how far along I am or when I am due. They always apologise when I tell them I am not pregnant, but you’d think that by now, people would’ve learned not to ask a woman if she’s pregnant unless she tells you herself.

After my third miscarriage, I cry in my husband’s arms, and eventually, I tell him I dread going back to work just knowing people will ask me if I am pregnant. So, in an attempt to cheer me up and support me, he tells me what I can answer.

I return to work, and during my next period, a coworker comes to me. 

Coworker: “Oh, hi, [My Name]! How far along are you?”

I futilely hope it’s about something else.

Me: “What do you mean?”

Coworker: “I can see it! You’re pregnant, right? How far along are you?”

I remember my husband’s words.

Me: “Oh, I’m at my third miscarriage. And how far along are you?”

I’ve never seen someone turn white that fast, back-pedal, make up an excuse, and leave. I feel horrible for upsetting my coworker, but to be honest, it’s been five months now and no one asks me if I’m pregnant anymore.