I’ve said this all along, but being pregnant is hard for an introvert. I don’t like extra attention. My face turns red easily. Ask my coworkers, it is like a game to them. Getting used to people noticing you every where you go and trying to have a conversation with you was hard for me.
But I have also encountered beautiful people because of it. Like the man at the post office who told me I would be a great mom, and that he hopes she will come on the 4th of July because that is his birthday, and it’s the best day to have a birthday. Or the lady at the grocery store check out line who told me I looked so cute pregnant when I was wearing my husband’s giant size t shirt and hadn’t even bothered to fix my pony tale after waking up.
Last night I was standing in line at the Target check out, trying not to make eye contact with anyone while buying the embarrassing things you need to go in your hospital bag. A nice lady behind me started asking me about my due date and how far along I was. “You’ll do great,” she told me. After I checked out and got out to the parking lot, she caught up with me and all teary eyed tapped me on the shoulder. “Here,” she said, handing me a Target gift card, “There’s not much left on it, only about $10. But I want you to go buy your baby something special. I remember when I was pregnant that was my favorite part. It’s such an exciting thing!” and she hugged me and walked off.
Of course I cried in the car because I am a hormonal pregnant emotions monster. But still. Small things can be big things, and sometimes pregnancy breaking me out of my shell has been great.
While John’s been in Africa I’ve been working on getting Bonnie’s nursery in order. It is sort of a hodgepodge of things we’ve been given and things I had hiding in my closet. I am a very sentimental person, so I saved a lot of things I had as a little girl. I love getting to take them out of storage boxes now to use for Bonnie! Mixing old and new makes her little side of the room so personal and sweet, I think. Nothing really matches, but I think I like it that way.
The young folks that are coming into each of your services are anywhere from 17 to 22 or 23. Gee whiz, the hormone level created by nature sets in place the possibility for these types of things to occur.
Senator Saxby Chambliss on what’s behind the military’s sexual assault crisis: hormones.