Last night, for the first time, a stranger recognized me to be pregnant, without the clues of maternity clothing. (Some weeks ago, a neighbor asked us if we were expecting, but we were standing next to each other in the elevator, and more obvious than my belly was the stork emblem on my shirt.) Last night, I was just wearing one of my all-time favorite dresses: I made it about 12 years ago, out of a terracota-colored, super-stretchy knit fabric. Over the years, it's served me well and is still in good shape. Anyway, its hugginess meant my belly was apparent, even though it doesn't look like a maternity dress. So, this woman stepped away from her table, and ours, to have a cigarette, saying she was doing so because of my pregnancy. Not only was it considerate, it was a milestone for me. Now I await someone offering me their seat on the bus.
Posted by Shokufeh at June 17, 2005 02:54 PM