Pregnancy, on most days, looks like a pair of comfortable shoes and black leggings and a matching black maternity tee that stretches in all the necessary places because baby girl is in her “beefing up” stage (as my pregnancy app so eloquently put it), so a little stretch has become an essential part of my wardrobe. Yesterday one of our apartment neighbors was eyeing my baby bump and other more developed “assets” suspiciously during our awkward small-talk conversation on the slow elevator ride. After a few minutes discussing the frustrations of his car repair shop (how did we get there?), he did his best to connect buying a new car to upgrading cars to accommodating kids and finally asked when Darrin and I were thinking of starting a family (well done, sir). I told him we were expecting our first baby in September as I exited the elevator and the doors began to close on our conversation and the ensuing awkwardness, to which he responded with a slight smile of relief for correctly guessing that I was pregnant and a wave that seemed to mean both Congratulations! and The elevator doors are closing too fast for a proper response so have a nice day!
My first conversation with a stranger addressing my pregnancy. It was kind of sweet…in a strange sort of way. But so is this ever-growing bump, I suppose. 😉