The Importance of Being Pregnant

First, let me say that my belly is a basketball. I am not huge, but I have that kind of belly that everybody calls cute. Note: It doesn't feel cute...but I'm trying to get used to the compliments.

The cafeteria seems to be the place where people like to comment and pay attention to my, ummm, condition. Just now as I was buying a decaf-mixed-with-cappucino-don't-judge-me, I realized that I had forgotten my wallet in my office. I asked if I could set the coffee aside, promising to be back in a minute. In my defense, another woman on line chimed in, "You look trustworthy!" I thought about that for a moment and replied, "Is it the belly? Pregnant women just look trustworthy, don't they?" The clerk and the woman laughed, but really, where could I go? Who could I outrun at this point? If I was going to flee the scene of a crime, it would just be to go home and take a nap. I think the police would find me fairly quickly.

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Yesterday, at the exact same spot in the cafeteria, I said hello to a couple who had a little girl about E's age. She was absolutely beautiful, as are all baby girls when you have one of your own. As I was talking to them, the little girl walked up to me and snuggled into my legs. She put her head against my thigh and wrapped her arm around me, as if she was saying "Mommy". Her mother said, "She knows what you have there," and pointed at my belly. I just enjoyed the moment, and tried not to cry until I got back to my office...almost successfully.