I do my business and stand at the sink to wash my hands. My stomach is in the way, just like every other time.

"You look like you are about to pop."

"Just about."

I take my hands out from under the water, grabbing paper towels. I turn to the woman who is speaking to me.

It's Mrs. Miles.

Please don't recognize me. Please don't recognize me!

"When is your due date?"

"June 20th."

"That's coming up quickly."

"Yeah."

"Do you know the gender?"

"No."

I know that's a lie but I'm not sure if I should even be speaking with her.

"Do you have any names picked out yet?"

"Not yet. A few bouncing around in my head but nothing major."

"I remember picking out names when I was pregnant with my son. Hardest decision ever."

"Babe?"

Thank god Nate is saving me.

"That's my boyfriend. I have to go."

I try not to make it too obvious that I'm happy to get out of this situation.