Ambam and Pants

Whilst grocery shopping at Trader Joe's the other night I was hit with a bout of nausea.
The "I may throw up in the produce section" kind.
Apparently I went quite pale.
I must have also had quite a look of disgust when I realized they were out of the pineapple fiber fruit bars.
Because I was met with an empathetic employee reassuring me that "it will be okay."
I didn't think I looked that bad.
Then I told him that I was pregnant and didn't feel very good.
Apparently this phrase is met with akwardness in public.
He obviously didn't know whether to say "congratulations" or "I'm sorry."
I should have assured him that this baby wasn't an accident.
Now I know.