Domestic Abuse?

I've learned another lesson. If you're getting kicked by your in-utero child in public, and you're with someone who somehow doesn't know that you're pregnant but sees you rubbing your stomach, and he asks with some concern if you're feeling okay, and you answer, "Yeah, I'm just not used to getting kicked in the gut," there are all sorts of interpretations other than the one involving a fetus. In this case, it was a coworker who somehow missed the announcement (and rather cluelessly hadn't noticed the maternity clothes). He figured it out eventually, but only after some sputtering and obvious internal debate on offering help vs. not getting involved. It's a little mean, perhaps, but I never realized that messing with people would be this much fun.