If you've ever been pregnant before, you know full well that, somehow, your pregnancy brings out the best and worst in total strangers. As I've mentioned in previous posts, this isn't necessarily a result of people being malicious or anything, but sometimes they just say rude and thoughtless things. Or they just plain weird you out. Today was a normal day of lifting at the gym. As I readied for a second set of pre-natal-wicked-she-man-iron-pumping, I removed my earbuds to readjust them. The moment I popped them out of my ears, a sweet, little, old lady rocking a seven-and-a-half-pounder (I say this without sarcasm: Good for her!!!) approached me and said some very kind things about my belly in comparison to the rest of my body. After finishing our short conversation, I popped my earbuds back in and resumed my workout. So far, so good. No sooner had I stepped back to my bench when a squirrely man in his early-ish sixties approached me, pointed at my...
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