Can you tell the difference?

After posting all of my sewing projects, I was reminded of a funny story that happened to me about five years ago.

Background:
When I was 18, I took sewing lessons from a lady that goes to my church. It was once a week. I provided all the fabric, patterns, etc. and chose what I wanted to make. Since this was during my high school years, of course, I wanted to make all sorts of clothing for myself (shirts, capris, dresses, etc.). She guided me through each project. It was great, she told me how to complete each step and helped me with the difficult parts. (I wish she was around for some of my most recent projects. I really could have used her help.) And the best part of the whole thing was, getting new clothes to wear when I was finished.

More background info:
After high school graduation I started working at an office supply store to earn some money for college. I worked as part of the floor staff. We greeted the customers, helped them find the item they were looking for, checked them out, answered phones, took orders, etc.

Don't worry. This will all make sense in the end.

One day at work the following situation occurred:

A lady, probably in her mid 40's came into the store looking for a certain kind of legal document. I walked her back to the area where we kept all of those documents and showed her the many different kinds. She looked for a minute and then found the one she needed. I walked with her up to the front to ring her up. As we approached the counter, she said the following:

Lady: So, when are you due?
Me (as I feel my face getting EXTREMELY red): I am NOT pregnant. (Keep in mind. I am 18, single, LDS, AND wearing my new homemade shirt!)
Lady (without skipping a beat): Oh, that's too bad. I just love babies.
Me (staring at her with a dumbfounded expression): No words would come out. I just gave her a half smile while thinking... THAT'S TOO BAD! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT'S TOO BAD!

I quickly told her how much she owed, gave her her change, and walked as fast as I could into the back room.

All the while, my coworkers were just standing there with their mouths open.

Talk about taking someone's self esteem and cutting it in half!

Needless to say, I never wore that shirt again...

until I actually was pregnant.


Here is documentation of me wearing my newly sewn shirt when I was 18. This is the only picture I could find since I don't think I wore it again until just recently so I am bent over, but clearly...there is NO baby in that belly.


Here I am at 37 weeks wearing the masterpiece (just kidding). Keep in mind, this shirt is NOT a maternity shirt so it's not so flattering. Oh, and don't pay any attention to the "I'm so done being pregnant" look on my face. Not so flattering either.


A view from the side. Again, clearly this shirt was not meant for the 37 week pregnant me. Yuck! Don't worry, mom, I didn't wear this out of the house so you don't have to be embarrassed for me. :)

I just have one question.

Lady. Can you tell the difference, now!?