Yesterday, MIL, DS and I were baby clothes shopping. I told DS that I needed him to tell me which boys clothes are "cool". (which resulted in LO getting a lot of Super Hero and Disney onesies, lol)

There was another lady shopping nearby, and MIL loves to strike up a conversation with anyone in her vicinity (much to my dismay). The lady then noticed DS picking clothes and being my "expert" on it. The she started in on how I'm going to have 2 boys ("oh man, look out!") and how her daughter had a boy and a girl and how perfect it is. At that point I knew where the conversation was headed and was trying to just nod and wander off, but of course, MIL liked to talk, so they kept going. (ugh)

The lady then turned to me and said, "are you going to try for a girl after this one? Girls are so sweet and lovely! And they're clothes are so much more fun!!" and before I (and MIL...she knew this was about to turn ugly) could turn 3 shades of purple, DS turned and looked right at her and said, "We HAD a baby girl, but she died. Now we're having a boy and we're really happy about getting another baby." Kids don't sugar coat things, lol.

It was then the lady's turn to turn 3 shades of purple, mumble, "oh, I'm so sorry," and wander away.

I wanted to high five him right there.

In the car, I made a rule to MIL not to strike up conversations in the baby section around me ever again. There's a reason I like to fly under the radar this time around. Striking up any kind of pregnant conversation makes me have to turn down that road, and I really hate it.