“Mom, Lily had a baby sister over Christmas!” my nine-year-old daughter exclaimed breathlessly.
“Wait. What?” I questioned.
“Yes! On New Year’s Day. Her name is Lace.”
Huh, I thought to myself. I didn’t know Lily’s mom was pregnant. I had seen her before Christmas when she hosted Lily’s birthday party at her house. She didn’t LOOK pregnant. And if she was pregnant, why on earth did she host a nine-year-old’s birthday party so close to her due date?
Well, it had been a cooking party, so Lily’s mom WAS wearing an apron. Plus, maybe she’s one of those lucky ladies who runs small when it comes to pregnancy. I didn’t really know Lily’s mom that well either. Finally, even though my kids are ages 9 and 12, it doesn’t mean that all their friends’ moms are done having babies.
Still, I was astonished.
“Are you sure?” I implored.
“Yes. It was a total surprise. They didn’t know she was coming.”
Wow. Ok, so I’d seen that TLC series before, “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant.” The fact that they can have a whole series, not just an hour special, means there are plenty of women out there who didn’t know they were pregnant.
So when I dropped off my daughter for a playdate at Lily’s house last week, not only did I silently question the sanity of a woman who just gave birth for hosting a playdate, but I publicly offered her a hearty congratulations at the door.
“Oh, you mean Lace,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Yes! So happy for you.” My eyes scanned the room. No trace of baby gear. However, my daughter had said that Lace’s arrival was a surprise. Still, didn’t they need to borrow a swing or something?
“Well, thanks,” said Lily’s mom.
Then I left.
Five minutes later I got a text from Lily’s mom:
Too funny! Lily told your daughter she has a new baby sister. It’s a doll she got for Christmas!
I texted back that I, too, thought the family had welcomed a new baby over the holidays and that’s why I had said congratulations.
We then exchanged lots of smiling and laughing emojis.
I didn’t know she was pregnant, but then again, she wasn’t. Thankfully I don’t have to worry about baby Lace’s spartan environment anymore!
What about you? Have you ever mistaken someone for having a baby when they didn’t? Or congratulated a woman for being pregnant when she was just bloated (my bad)? Please share and make me feel better about myself.