Thirty Seven Weeks. Five Days. 3 Sleeps to go…
It seems i keep forgetting that there is a 6lb baby in front of me…
Now i know that god has designed women to carry babies, and i know that for sure the little one is safe in there, but between you and i – i am not quite sure the poor little tyke wont come out with dents in her head!
It seems that over the past two weeks as my belly has grown, my mind to space ratio has not… It seems i keep forgetting to expand my personal bubble and consequently i keep forgetting that i can no longer ‘squeeze’ through spaces i once was able to…
Yup you heard right, i keep bumping my baby belly not only into things, but into people as well…
Have you ever been to a restaurant, a full restaurant, you get up to go to leave, look around and reaslise that you mentally have to create a path through the maze of people… Looking left and right deciding which route will be the easiest, trying to figure out the best way to avoid bothering the people eating their tea?
Weeelllll you see, when you have a baby belly, it seems that there is no way to avoid bothering people…
The other day as i ate lunch with a friend, as we got up, i went to mentally navigate my way through the furniture and people… Only to realise that there was no way to avoid asking this one gentleman to move…
So in a quiet mouse voice i so very very polity said “scuse me, could i please squeeze through” with out turning to look the gentleman moved his chair in, i would say less than an inch… Now in my mind, i could fit through the space… Soooooooo i went forward…
Bump…. I hit the man in his back with my belly…
“Scuse me…. ummm scuse me… (clears throut) ummm scuse me…. (my face red, the man finally turns around) Umm i cant get through…”
“oh” and the man finally moves his chair in enough for me to get through…
Terribly embarrassing! I didnt know what to do, where to look… To thank the man, or to hate the man…
And i think the worst thing about the whole situation… It happened to me again yesterday… And again i hit this poor patron in the back with my belly…
Not to mention the hundreds of times i have walked into a wall , pulled the cutlery drawer out too far, pulled my seat in to close to the table, or opened a door too quickly…
Hmm, i guess in three sleeps time we will see if there are little dents in my miracles head!
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise Oscar Wilde
