First Approach
>> Monday, June 21, 2010
I'm walking into Trader Joe's, when a man who is exiting the store approaches me. He is tall, has dreadlocks, and speaks with a Caribbean (?) accent.
How many months are you?... I'm sorry for asking; I just love pregnancy. I think it's so amazing that G-d can place a baby in a woman's womb and grow it there.... Is it a boy?... A girl?... My youngest daughter is seven years old. She really changed me. She made me a softer person.... What number is this?... Enjoy it! Enjoy it!
This is the first time a stranger has asked me about my pregnancy. And you know what? I like it.
3 comments:
Wait until that little girl comes out and you have strangers wanting to touch her... or to give you unrequested parenting advice ;)
@Jessica: Yeah, I've heard all about the unsolicited parenting advice.
The funny thing about the Trader Joe's incident is that I didn't mind it at all. However, when people I *know* are constantly analyzing my physique, like *every day*, it seriously irks me.
What an "interesting" sounding man. You don't come across many like that.
You go ahead and bask in the miracle of life. It's a wonderful thing.
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