Today at Safeway a man, probably in his 70s, walked up to my shopping cart and started talking to Silas. I'm somewhat used to that, but this guy actually started tickling Silas and "getting his nose." Needless, to say, Silas was a little freaked out and I wasn't too pleased either. Then the man launched into a story about how he was the oldest of 10 kids and how they were all two years apart and he informed me that I needed to get started on another one because it was great having all your siblings two years apart.
At this point, I'm getting pretty annoyed that he is still poking at Silas even though Silas was obviously pulling away, although I'm flattered that he managed to NOT notice my 46-inch waist. Finally in the midst of his spiel about how I should have another baby he looks down, notices my stomach, and says, "Oh, you're already ahead of me!" Okay, so I still have a huge stomach, he's just not very observant.
Then, I went from annoyed to really annoyed when he reached out and started to rub my stomach as he talked about how Silas would love having a baby brother. Okay, it's one thing to poke at my son, I know, he's cute, but seriously... if this man had looked anything but harmless and a little senile, I would have just taken off then and there and not cared how rude it was. I have no problem when friends and family ask to feel the baby kick or want to touch my stomach. I even brush it off when people I barely know at church come up and rub my baby bump. But when a total stranger at the grocery store starts patting my tummy, I draw the line!
I'm officially staying holed up in this house until the baby is ready to come!
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