A lady asked me how "far along I am" while shopping at the grocery store tonight. Being the first time I've been asked this by a stranger, it caught me off guard. I could feel all the blood in my body go to my face and I nearly panicked.
For no reason at all.
It's not that I think it's an inappropriate question. It's actually really sweet that we can all come together as a community and adore pregnant women. But I'm not quite use to the phenomenon yet.
It still feels like the friendly woman putting spinach in her cart had just asked me what size bra I wear.
Of course, I didn't run down the cereal aisle, and we had a nice little conversation. Now that I'm home, I realize I'm still smiling over the incident.
I wish I could go back in time and say, "Hey, thanks! You're the first to ask!"
Because it seems like a right of passage in a way.