Waiting on a Military Miracle

You know, for the most part I really don't care what people think about me. But it really bothered me today when Hannah and I went into Carters in Savannah (mainly so she could get her boss some stuff for her upcoming baby shower) and after a woman asked me "Are you expecting?" and I told her "No." and she saw that I was still buying a couple outfits that were clearly for a different gender than the baby Hannah was shopping for after she overheard our conversation, gave me an evil look. Excuse me lady, but first of all, you don't know my situation. I could have been buying those outfits for anyone. And secondly, yes, I was buying them for me. I now have them in my house, in my baby box. Kiss my toosh, this is a hard month for me and if I want to buy a couple  outfits for a future child to help me deal with the fact that I lost the child that was supposed to be born this month, well damnit I'm going to.