I'm visibly pregnant. And at 34 weeks with frequent Braxton Hicks contractions and a very slow walking pace, I'm thankful that it's obvious I'm with child.
I also love the smiles, "Bless your pregnancy", door holds and "good lucks" I get from strangers as I slowly make my way around work or the grocery store.
As I mentioned, my pregnancy is public and I feel like every other mom out there is ready to welcome me into the 'mom-club' with open arms and vocalized thoughts.
Last week I had my first stranger touch my stomach. Yup, at week 33.
Stranger: "Oh! You probably have people touching your stomach all the time!"
Me: "Nope. Actually, you're the first person!"
Stranger: "Really? When are you due?"
Me: "December 30th. Just six weeks!"
Stranger: "Well, if your name was Mary and you were due on December 25th, we could say that Jesus was coming!"
Me: "Oh no. This was no immaculate conception."
And then I realized I was at work, on the clock and that I should end this conversation very quickly.
So I walked to the back room and proceeded to tell my boss the conversation I just had with one of our customers.