5. While waiting for my turn at the trash compactor, a little boy with his mom tugged at her shirt, pointed at me, and stage-whispered "is there a baby in that lady's stomach?"
4. Mr. Clean tactfully suggested we get some flats for me. Though I hate to admit it, my feet agreed with him that it was time.
3. A lady at a gas station blessed my belly. At least...I think that was what she was doing...the only thing she said in English was "little happy mamma."
2. Twice in the recent past a random stove burner has been ignited - unintentionally - by my belly as I was wiping down the stovetop. I need to get used to my new dimensions before I flambe my hand (or a washcloth).
1. Despite my detestation for bananas and anything related to them, I experienced a serious craving for banana pudding the other day. It was gross. The thought of eating it kept popping into my head and I would think "mmmmm," and then I would think "ugh!" and dry heave.
Pregnancy is weird. I'm just happy to be along for the ride.
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