On Sunday, I decided I was up for a walk with the baby. I went with Nana and the kids to the park for a while, and then headed home early. I was wearing Oz in his Baby Bjorn. I passed by a man holding a toddler, who said to the baby, "Look! Another baby!" and then he asked me how old the baby was. I said, "Twelve days" and the man said, "Wow! And you're already having another one!"
All I said was, "No, this is from THIS baby" while touching my stomach. But I really wish I had gone into the physical impossibilites of being pregnant again so quickly after having a baby. At least I gave him a really, really dirty look.