The kindness of strangers

I experienced my first special-treatment-for-being-pregnant the other day. I am officially out of the awkward is-she-or-isn't-she stage!

The Incident occurred when I was shopping for a rehearsal dinner dress last week. I don't know if you've ever been to Top Shop, but apparently, they don't believe in seating in the dressing rooms. This is unpleasant for most people, but especially preggos like me, since it's become a bit of a challenge to bend down to remove my shoes.

So, the 20-something guy with a scarf walked me back to one of these bench-less dressing rooms and hung up my dress. As he turned to walk out, he stopped. He stared at my stomach, paused and said, "Actually... follow me. I'm going to make your life a bit easier."

He walked me back to a massive (read: handicapped) dressing room with a large bench. I almost made out with him right there. He told me, "I've been told that when one is with child, mobility becomes more of an issue."

Sure does, buddy. Sure does.

Also? Many thanks.