I’ve mentioned before that blog ideas roll around in my head, fragmented, for an unspecified amount of time before I get them down on “paper.” Well, this week’s blog hit me hard and fast–at Perkins.
Erik and I had made a late night run to Perkins, as we often did when we were dating. After finishing up our pancakes and various other late-night breakfast foods, we went to pay for our meal.
I noticed that the cashier was pregnant–she had a very cute little baby belly! And before I really understand what is happening, I find myself gently rubbing my very own cute little baby belly that is clothed in a bulky sweatshirt.
Slowly, I became aware of what I was doing and started to ponder why I feel the need–an unavoidable urge really–to make my baby belly more noticeable when I’m around other baby bellies. Is it a competitive urge? Is it a maternal call to arms? Is it a deep need to ensure that this other blessed woman knows that I too am blessed? Is it some form of bonding?
As I am thinking through this, to my private shock and amusement, the cashier raises her right hand … and begins to rub her baby belly as well!
What is this? Is it some pregnant woman secret language? A silent agreement to acknowledge each others’ belly blessings without words? A non-spoken contract of congratulations made without even any eye contact? Seriously–has anyone else noticed this? Or is it just me?
As we walked to the car, I was chuckling. I told Erik, “I just got my blog for the week.” He asked how, and I explained the whole 2 minute experience, to which he said, “Oh–she was pregnant? I didn’t notice.”
Ah, to be oblivious like a man.