coworker, staring at my belly: how much longer?

me: six weeks.

coworker, eyebrows raised: oh! um, do you know what you’re having?

me: (silently: piles? migraines? anxiety about college tuition?) a boy.

coworker: is that what you want?

me: well, there’s no point wanting something other than what you’re getting, is there?

is it so very small of me to think that is one of the more stupid questions to ask an expecting parent?