I stopped at the gas station to get a pop for myself and my husband, and the cashier asked me how far along I was.

I'm six months postpartum.

When I told her that, she got an "Oh crap" look on her face and started asking about the baby, but sheesh. You NEVER ask a woman how far along she is unless that baby is actively exiting because you never know. I actually felt pretty good about things until then. I'm ten pounds from pre-pregnant weight, but I have a maternity skirt on since it was quick and easy. Oh, and I had just consumed a few Reese's.

Please pass the wine and tissues. This was not what I needed to hear a week before vacation where I need to wear a bathing suit.