I'm a friendly person. I love to stop and say hello to people and get to know them. I like when people smile at me when I'm out and about. I love to smile back. I mean,there's just something about the kindness of strangers connecting on such a simple level that warms my heart. Now, add in a belly made round by a baby and you've got a whole other dimension to this connection.
I am 8 months pregnant and feeling it! I live overseas and came back to Houston to wait out the remainder of my pregnancy. On my loooooooong journey over here, I had a layover in London and,seeing as how I now waddle rather than walk, I got to take a ride on a wheelchair off the plane and then on a golf cart for part of my journey to my gate. The lady that was charged with the task of carting me around opened up to me about her pregnancy experiences and what she went through, and, basically, her life story. I sat there politely and listened and laughed and the whole while, I was smiling because here was this stranger who was relating to me on a deeper level and trusting me with areas of her private life. I couldn't help but think "Wow, my baby bump prompted this." Then, I thanked God for such a blessing and bade the nice lady farewell.
Later on when I arrived in Houston, the young gentleman that had to cart me around on my second wheelchair ride (which was heaven may I add and I secretly laughed at all the evil, envious looks I was getting from everyone else who had to walk) started to tell me about his wife and her first pregnancy too and what she went through and their daughter..and again, I thought to myself, pregnancy just makes people more nice and friendly. That, or they just think that we pregnant woman are ticking time bombs of hormones and distracting us with chit chat and words is a good game plan. Either way, I love all the things I learned about people I will never see again but allowed me a view into their private lives.
The moral of the story is: Being round isn't so bad after all.
I am 8 months pregnant and feeling it! I live overseas and came back to Houston to wait out the remainder of my pregnancy. On my loooooooong journey over here, I had a layover in London and,seeing as how I now waddle rather than walk, I got to take a ride on a wheelchair off the plane and then on a golf cart for part of my journey to my gate. The lady that was charged with the task of carting me around opened up to me about her pregnancy experiences and what she went through, and, basically, her life story. I sat there politely and listened and laughed and the whole while, I was smiling because here was this stranger who was relating to me on a deeper level and trusting me with areas of her private life. I couldn't help but think "Wow, my baby bump prompted this." Then, I thanked God for such a blessing and bade the nice lady farewell.
Later on when I arrived in Houston, the young gentleman that had to cart me around on my second wheelchair ride (which was heaven may I add and I secretly laughed at all the evil, envious looks I was getting from everyone else who had to walk) started to tell me about his wife and her first pregnancy too and what she went through and their daughter..and again, I thought to myself, pregnancy just makes people more nice and friendly. That, or they just think that we pregnant woman are ticking time bombs of hormones and distracting us with chit chat and words is a good game plan. Either way, I love all the things I learned about people I will never see again but allowed me a view into their private lives.
The moral of the story is: Being round isn't so bad after all.
