"You're STILL pregnant?!"

The statement I heard twice today within 15 minutes from two different people at work.

• YES, I'm still pregnant. Still got 4 weeks to go...
• Yes, my feet hurt.
• Yes, I spit out mouthfuls of blood when I brush my teeth.
• Yes, I'm only having one...thank you very much.
• No, I won't get up at 4am anymore to train you.
• Yes, he's a boy.
• Yes, my feet hurt.
• Yes, we have a name and I will officially-officially announce him when he's actually here live in concert!
• Yes, I am fine being pregnant longer; I just can't wait to meet him.
• Yes, please rub my feet. They're clean.
• No, the room isn't done yet. We still have to paint the dresser, install the car seat, and buy the glider chair.
• Yes, I get punched all the time in places I didn't think I could get punched.
• No, I didn't have any cravings of things I would die without though I did consume quite a bit of asian food and fried pickles.
• Wait, don't you want to rub my feet....? Did I mention they hurt?