What the....???

Today I was riding the elevator with Mudd. We needed silverware and I wanted to hit Bloomie's for the pre-sale. Pre-sales are fabulous, by the way. Kind of strange in that you could really just wait a day, but there is something so fulfilling about buying it before it goes on sale.
Speaking of houseware, I so wish that you could register for wedding presents not when you get married because you really don't know what's flying then anyway, but after you've been married for say five years. That way, you are getting something that you need and could actually use, plus it could be a way for people to celebrate the fact that you are indeed still married and thus utilizing said gifts.
Anyway, about the elevator... Some youngish man walked in and I was holding Mudd because he was fussy and the silverware was resting comfortably in the Peg. The man looks me up and down (this is LA, this is what people do) and then said "is your son going to have a sibling anytime soon?" WHAT THE @#$!% I run like five miles every day, I don't think that I look pregnant AT ALL. It could have been this guy's way of making conversation by: a. asking intimate details about my sexual life or b. calling me fat. Either way, I was beyond peeved. What is with people, I mean really???