People Stare at Me

And its not in a flattering way. Its the rude type of staring. (Amber will attest to this)
I've gotten used to it, sort of. I don't notice it so much anymore, I think after traveling in Tunisia and getting harassed by the local men there, mere staring doesn't affect me like it used to.
And then Andrew and I flew home from Utah on Thursday night. We got to the airport about an hour and a half before our flight was scheduled to take off (thanks for taking us grandpa), Andrew had a little nap in the car, so when we got to the airport he was full of energy, we got thru security with no problems, and we stopped at the little play area (whoever made the decision to put that play area in is a genius, and I would like to shake his/her hand). Andrew was thrilled with all the toys and we stayed there for a good 45 minutes. No joke, every person who walked bye where Andrew and I were, watched us as they went bye. A few people even made fun of me! I was playing with Andrew, he wanted me to play with him in the little play house, so I went in there with him. Apparently a young mom playing on the floor with her toddler is an appropriate activity to ridicule.
And then we went to the terminal to wait to board the plane (which was delayed 25 minutes). Since we were in a crowded area full of strangers, Andrew felt the need to try to run away from me. I can understand when people stare at me for this reason! About 5 minutes before boarding started, I changed Andrews diaper and put his pjs on, as I was wrestling with him, a man sat his son down in the seat next to me and then he sat down.
"How old is your son?" He asked.
"He's almost two."
"Oh yeah? My wife is pregnant with twin girls."
"Thats nice, how far along is she?"
"She's about as big as the titanic"
"Oh" but I was actually thinking, 'nice description of your pregnant wife you jerk, stop talking to me!'
He continued, "Yeah me and my wife met on myspace"
"cool" by this point I was starting to be somewhat rude.
"it was myspace and then back to my place."
"oh really" inside I was thinking, 'ugh you weirdo, I don't want to know any of this'
"yeah we've been married for 3 years, we got married in vegas"
"my husband and I went on our honeymoon to vegas" and then to Andrew I said, "you wanna go see daddy? Should we get on the plane and go see daddy?"
"Oh are you taking him to visit his dad?"
"No we're going home, my husband and I live there"
"Oh you're married?"
in my head, 'um yeah, ring, honeymoon, child. are you the least observant person on earth?'
"You live in Vegas? I bet you party all the time." he said
"Not really, actually we're going to move soon"
"Oh how come"
"Cause we don't want to live there"
"Yeah it was hard to plan the wedding cause everyone was staying in different motels"
I was thinking, 'are you making this stuff up as you go along?' I stood up, walked over to where I had my phone plugged in, picked it up, grabbed my bag, and picked Andrew up.
"Oh, is your plane leaving?"
"yeah"
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that your hair is really cute!"
"thanks" I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.