i have gotten hit on constantly since i became pregnant. if you think about it, pregnancy primes you to receive male attention. i haven’t had a single break-out in weeks, my breasts are bigger, my hair is thicker and longer, and my skin is glowing. i find this to be hilarious, especially two of these interactions. the first resulted in free garlic bread with my spinach ravioli, and the second went something like this:me (at work): hi, is there anything i can help you find today? guy: um, well…i was wondering if you would like to go out sometime. me: thank you, but i can’t. i’m pregnant. (why this was my response, i’ll never know.) guy: well, that’s ok. me: um…the father is my husband. ::flashes wedding ring:: thanks, though.
what the WHAT?! i will admit, the free garlic bread was nice. as is my workplace’s resident grump suddenly being nice to me and referring to me as “dimples”.
now for something completely different, my manager told me the best bad joke last night:Q: why does Snoop Dogg carry an umbrella? A: FO’ DRIZZLE.
i think i’ll leave you with that for now, dear readers. stay tuned for a 10 week bump picture later tonight!