A friend of my mother-in-law asked about a week before I found out. She's quite a character: 70 years old, Russian, *amazing* body, usually in zippered miniskirts, high heels, and Dior. We were all at my husband's parents' house for a Labor Day party. Rather than saying hello, she put her hand on my stomach and asked, "What's in there?" I was, as you can imagine, shocked and somewhat upset, but I answered "Nothing" and tried to forget about it for the rest of the party. When I told my husband, he remarked that I should have responded, "A bagel and Chinese food."
This has led to me using "Bagel" as my placeholder name for the podling. Last night I remarked that I needed Chinese food and my husband responded, "You are not having twins!"