Stranger = Best Friend

Last night, Dave and I went to the grocery store for our weekly shopping. He's been coming with me more often now, because for some reason, I get dizzy and have to sit down in the aisles when I'm at the store. It also helps to have him dip in the cart for me when we check out so I don't have to keep bending over. The bending isn't so much a problem, but the belly is. I forget it's there and bump into everything. It's really quite humorous. The cashier didn't get a price right on something, so he asked me to check on it for him. I asked to squeeze by the lady behind me and had to duck my belly under her cart handle. She acted irritated and said, "I could move, if you'd like". I smiled and said, I'm good, thanks. I came back with the price for the cashier and continued to checkout. The same lady then said, "Oh, now it makes sense why couldn't get by" with a smile. Apparently I look preggo from the side and not the front. I'm still amazed at how nice people are to me now (once they see the belly, anyway).

A man in scrubs winked at me in the cheese aisle. That was awkward.

A store worker passed my aisle, then came back to ask if I needed anything while I was hunting for brownie mix.

A woman at the dentist's office said I looked so good for 7 months and went on to tell me all about her pregnancy. She just found out yesterday that she's 5 weeks along.

I've noticed that strangers think they're my best friends now. It's interesting.