It was just a normal work day and I got a phone call from a lady in our lobby who was there to deliver caramels to one of my co-workers. Since the co-worker was out at lunch I got my fat ass off the chair and waddled over to the lobby doors.
As I swing open the door to let this woman in I hear her squeal.
Crazy Caramel Lady: "Oh my! Aren't you just the cutest little pregnant thing?!?!?" (Not sure who she was looking at b/c I am definitely NOT little at this point)
Me: "Oh thank you. I don't feel cute or little but that is nice to hear."
CCL: "Do you know what you're having? Wait! Stop! Don't tell me! Let me guess!"
Me: (silent, awkward waiting)
CCL: "I just know it's a boy! It's a boy, right?"
Me: "Nope. Actually it's a girl."
CCL: "No way! Wait, turn around. Let me see your bottom."
Me: "Um... ah..." (I slightly turn to the side)
CCL: (reaching for my side belly) "I can't believe it's a girl! You're supposed to carry wide for a girl and you've still got a waist! And just look at your little bottom! I would have sworn you were having a boy!"
Me: "Well, thanks. I'll make sure my co-worker gets these caramels."
CCL: "When are you due? You've got to be due anytime now. I can just smell the baby coming out of you."
Me: (What I wanted to say: WTF lady? Are you friggin nuts? What exactly does a baby coming out of me smell like?) What I actually said: "In 2 weeks. It's coming fast. Well, thanks again."
CCL: "Oh yes. Sorry. I just LOOOVVEE pregnant women. You are just too cute." (As she rubs my belly one last time)
What is it about pregnant women that make others feel like they have free reign over groping them and eye fucking them up and down? I can't believe a stranger would ask to see another stranger's "bottom" AND say they can smell the baby coming out of them. WTF is wrong w/ people? Lucky for me this is only the 2nd stranger to actually put her hands on me. The other one was a random, drunk girl in the bathroom at a restaurant. She proclaimed her love for pregnant women and started rubbing my belly telling me how cute I was. Lucky for her she was drunk and complimenting me, so I let it slide. And then she thanked me for letting her rub me down. Best bathroom feel up ever. We didn't even have to cuddle after it. :)
Happy D-Day to me. Yep, it's my due date. And no baby. Damn it. I knew she'd be late.
