I braved Target with my 3 children last week and since Raef was so contented in his carseat (sleeping even! -- a rarity), I decided to leave him in it and just put the carseat in the basket, while the other 2 were strapped into the cart. God Bless Target for having those giant carts.
Usually, I'd wear him in the Moby, but I'm not about to wake a sleeping infant under any circumstances.
So, we got everything we needed (and Phoebe got to point out the babies she wanted in the toy aisle), and when I went to pay I (finally) signed up for RedCard so we were there for a little while.
A middle-aged woman (God help me I hate that phrase, because I know it's my fate, but she was. She was middle-aged) finished unloading her cart, gave me a warm smile, and said:
"When's your baby due?"
I said "Um."
And then I died.
And from the grips of death, I managed to choke out "He's almost 5 weeks old" and indicated him in the cart.
You can imagine she was mortified.
I said "It's okay, he was a big baby, my belly hasn't gotten flat yet."
She said "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I have 3 kids -- I should know better. I just didn't see him in there! Oh my gosh .. congratulations."
And that was the precise moment I decided it was time to get back on Paleo and be serious about losing the baby weight.
The worst part? I thought I looked pretty good that day.