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Even a trip to the grocery store can turn out to be an adventure. Since working at home, and becoming pregnant, I’ve definitely eaten us out of the house on more than one occasion. (My husband can attest!) Really, I am eating 3, sometimes 4, or 5 meals a day. In the past couple months, me and our credit card have become one with Vons.
Today, was a crisis situation. We were out of syrup. Waffles are usually one of my daily must-have breakfast items. I knew it would be another trip to Vons this afternoon.
As I was checking out, the cashier looked at me (as he was scanning the 5 cans of Spaghettios with Meatballs) and said “Are you trying to eat healthy?” I looked at him with a confused look and said, “Yup, I’m trying?”
I was not sure if I could sense sarcasm in his voice. I mean after all, Spaghettios do have 22 grams of protein, 40% of your vegetables, and 30% of your daily calcium in each can. They are also very delicious.
Then, the inevitable happened. Without missing a beat the cashier asked, “So, when are you due?”
I was a little thrown off at first because he was the first “stranger” to ever ask me when I was due. I mean, I know I’m showing now but I was surprised that he would ask. I was even wearing a fall jacket. (okay, so it won’t button anymore)
Most experts would advise, you don’t ask a woman if she is pregnant unless you see the baby coming out. You’re really throwing the dice here because you never know if she is really pregnant or not.
After the drama in my head passed, I answered the question and threw in the twin kicker. The cashier and bagger were suddenly very concerned about me. The cashier turns to the bagger and tells her not to make the bags too heavy. They both asked repeatedly if they could help me to my car.
After turning them down several times, I started walking out of the store. The bagger turns to catch up to me and emphasizes her need to help one more time. She said if I get into any trouble or need help outside, to come back and find her.
Although, at first I was a little concerned that they thought pregnancy equals helplessness, my view quickly turned to wow, what an amazing and helpful cashier & bagger that was!
So it happened, the first stranger asked me how far along I was. The question in the back of mind, “Am I Showing” has officially been answered. Thank you kind, cashier man.
