I go into Bruegger’s Bagels to order a Cinnamon Sugar bagel with cream cheese. As I’m waiting for my bagel, an older fella walks up to me and says, “Oh, so you have a little one on the way?” Caught completely off-guard, I look down at my tummy and respond, “Oh, I had one a few weeks ago.” He then points to his own tummy and asks, “Oh, so you still…,” before I decide to cut him off with, “Yeah, it’s still going down.” It was obvious he didn’t know what to say (although he should have apologized), and he asked whether I had a boy or a girl. I answered that I had had a girl. He congratulated me and then walked out the door. I just stood in awe for about 30secs when the cashier handed over my bagel. I quickly said, “Thanks,” and rushed out the door.

And just so this is clear to everyone, before this incident I was already quite aware of the small pouch (or so I thought) that sits where my waist used to be.

Also, I want to add that I forgive that man. I know he wasn’t trying to insult me. I’m sure he really did believe I was a few months pregnant. But for Pete’s sake, he could have apologized!

P.S. If I weren’t against littering, I’d have tossed the damn bagel out the car window!

P.P.S. And yes, I ate it.

We have a few updates to share:

1. Saturday we went to the dealership and found a car. It’s a red ‘09 Corolla S. I feel as if I’m driving a rental, but I love this car.

2. Natalie’s bilirubin level decreased dramatically. It went from 14.6 to 7 in 3 days, without the use of her biliblanket. We finally get to rid ourselves of that hassle. She hated it!

Well, I’m going to catch the show now. I’ll write more when I’m less tired.