Pampered Pregnancy

On Thursday I went to a teriyaki restaurant for lunch that I hadn’t been to since I started showing. I used to go their fairly frequently with one of my now ex-coworkers so the lady recognized me right away. She said she would be right with me as she passed by to had takeout to another customer in the dining area, but then she looked at my belly and stopped in her tracks, “OH, really?”. Yep I’m really pregnant. She handed the food to the other customer and then came back to me. She put one hand on my back on one on my belly, “oh my – when are you due? Is it a girl or a boy?” Normally I wouldn’t let a stranger just reach out and lay their hand on my belly, but she isn’t a complete stranger and she’s so sweet anyway. I told her it’s a girl and that I’m due at the end of September. “September? – you’re so small!?” Ugg here is the difficult part for me. I feel so odd that my stomach doesn’t stick out as much as others that are due at the same time I am. Even people that are a couple months behind me have bigger bellies. So far the doc has given me all thumbs up with where everything is placed, but of course I still have my paranoid delusions that something might be wrong. I guess I just don’t want to get my hope up too high that I might actually have a normal human child. – Ok between Kurt and I “normal” might be asking too much, but healthy. Can I have healthy? I told the teriyaki lady that she was due at the end of September, so my belly still had some growing to do. I placed my order and then she quickly grabbed a plate with some almond/coconut flavored wafer like cookies, guided me to a table in the dining area, and pulled a chair out for me. Odd – she usually doesn’t give people that are waiting any cookies. My order was done a lot faster than usual, but then again the place was pretty slow that day. She helped me out of the chair, guided me by the arm to the door, and even opened the door for me. She’s so sweet. I usually don’t allow myself to be pampered like that. I’m the type that generally likes to do everything on my own. I’m not an invalid after all – I’m just pregnant. As a matter a fact on Sunday Kurt had to drag me out of the kitchen and tell me to go sit down on the couch and take a break. I didn’t realize that I had been up and about doing various chores from 10am to about 6pm almost nonstop.