Thursday, April 22, 2010

Flashback.

Today I had a flashback to one of my not-so-favourite pregnant memories. I must have been 36 or 37 weeks pregnant and we were travelling back from Nova Scotia to BF. We stopped at a McDonalds for supper, and were standing in a crowded line when an older, slightly greasy looking man walked in the front doors, and from a good ten yards away proclaimed "GOOD LORD!" loud enough for the entire establishment to look at him, then in turn to look at me because he was staring at me, eyes bulged out. "You're VERY pregnant!" he shouted. At that point I wanted to pull out a handgun, but unfortunately I left mine in the car. "Well, guess this line's too long for me" he bellowed, then turned around and walked out again. I whispered my order to Cory and snuck out to hide in the car. I'm not sure what it is about pregnancy that gives perfect strangers permission to point you out and humiliate you in public, but it can be embittering. Thankfully Eli was born, at 38 weeks, not very long after this. I was getting very tired of the comments.

Oh, and about the handgun? Just kidding.

Maybe.