Lady at Walmart: Oh! How precious! How old is your baby?
Me: (However many) days old.
Lady at Walmart: Wow! You look great!
Me (as I grin inside): Well, thank you! That's very nice of you...
It's not a common experience for me to have random strangers walk up to me and tell me how hot I am. And I've stopped explaining things to the strangers that feel inclined to ask me how long my labor was or whether or not I had an episiotomy. Seriously. People are so intrusive.
So instead, I allow them to believe what they've assumed to be true, and make my way to the dairy aisle as I think to myself, Well - maybe I can get away with these few extra pounds for a little while longer.