The Lie I'm Apparently Telling Myself

Because yesterday was Pi Day, and because we’ve realized that our days of spontaneity are numbered, Blake and I went to Bob Evans late last night for some slices of pie. We hadn’t ever considered even venturing inside a Bob Evans before because the whole concept behind this overly-available, overly-countrified restaurant always came across as rather hokey to us. But a trusted informant (i.e. the hostess at IHOP who said their dessert menu did not include pie) told us that Bob Evans makes great pies, so we decided to try them out.

We ordered a slice of apple pie (for Blake) and a slice of French silk pie (for me) as carry-out, and as we were in the process of paying for our goodies, my slowly stretching belly got incredibly itchy (who knew stretching skin could be the cause for such abominable irritation?). I started to scratch it lightly, not thinking much of it, when suddenly the cashier said to me, “You’re not going into labor, are you?”

Okay, so, I’m only just beginning to show enough for total strangers to recognize I’m pregnant. I’m nowhere near looking to be ready to give birth. “Ummmm, no,” I answered her, “I’ve got a ways to go.”

“Oh, when are you due?”

“Not ‘til July,” I said. And then to emphasize the ridiculousness of her initial question, I added, “So, I’m a little over half-way.”

Because she obviously needed some sort of validation, she concluded with, “Well, it’ll be here before you know it.”

I’m sure it will, ma’am, I’m sure it will.

But honestly, have I been telling myself lies for the last few weeks? Do I look bigger than I think I do? Or should I chalk this incident up to the fact that she assumed I was just some random pregnant woman giving in to a craving for pie and toss this comment into the growing pile of Strange Things People Say To Me Because I’m Pregnant?

Anyhow, in other news: We’ve decided, now that Blake’s spring break is nearly over, to make some good use of it. So we’re heading out tomorrow to spend the weekend with my aunt, uncle, and three adorable little cousins in the sprawling metropolis of Mascoutah, Illinois. …Okay, so actually, there’s nothing sprawling or metropolitan about Mascoutah; however, it is a charming little community in the rural outskirts of St. Louis, and we’re thrilled to be heading in the direction of family for a weekend. Most Hoosiers like to spend their spring breaks basking in the peninsula of complete and utter sunshine that is Florida, but apparently we’re not foolhardy enough to join them. I’m sure we’ll snap a few photos while we’re there, so you can vicariously and after-the-fact enjoy spring break with us.

And maybe there will also be one or two pieces of photographic proof I can post to prove that the Bob Evans cashier doesn't know the visual difference between 22 weeks pregnant and 40 weeks pregnant.