it really has not bothered me. in a weird way i kinda love it. its part of what being pregnant is all about, at least as far as getting to share in it with others. today though has been the strangest to date as far as belly touching goes....
so i guess there needs to be some explination before i launch into my story. first of all i work in home health with kids of low income families with speech problems...IE.. i work in some pretty rough and tough neighborhoods. not having an office to be in most of the day i make efforts to find clean bathrooms, good places for gas and lets be honest the occasional snack here and there.
so now after much time working in this area i guess you could say i am a regular to this particular gas station. i hadn't really realized it but i'll explain more in just a bit....
i walked into my usual gas station today to grab some gas and use the restroom (and with being this far along in pregnancy its true i have stopped a couple of times there in one day.) when one of the three of the gentleman yelled over the counter, "hey, so when are you going to pop?"
me, after a moment of realizing i'm the only one in there that could "pop," was caught a little off guard and stumbled to respond, "oh, um jan 20..."
"ah, you owe me a dollar!!!" says the gentleman to the other guys there. apparently they had all been making bets on when i was going to "pop," and the guy who asked guessed january while the others had there money on december. after which he proceeded to step down and touch my belly, thanking my belly for hanging in there till then and winning him a dollar.
not a clue of how to respond, i said,"uh, your welcome, glad we could help..."
sure i like the touching of my belly, so i have to say that truly it wasn't awkward as it could sound it was more funny, and maybe a little weird.
3 years ago
You're do in January!? This pregnancy flew by...for me anyway ;)
ReplyDeleteThat is very strange. Glad you're so close with your gas station attendants!
Ha! I love it!
ReplyDeleteHa! Funny story!
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