Pregnancy is turning me into a big pile of moosh and I like it. I cry watching Dick's Sporting Goods commercials, I get giddy seeing miniature shoes and people, I create schedules, I plan meals in advance that don't include peanut butter or kraft cheese, and sometimes I make the bed. It's remarkable.
Apparently my newly visible baby bump is turning everyone else into a big pile of moosh too. Five months ago, I never would have imagined myself snuggling up in the warm embrace of a female Fed Security Guard on my way into work but that happened and guess what? I lingered.
Fed Security generally makes you feel like a member of Al Qaeda for bringing a metal travel mug through the metal detectors. That said, I didn't see it coming. First she called me "honey girl," then she asked to put her hand on my belly and the next thing I know she's arms-out going in for the kill. It felt like the time I hugged my 3rd grade teacher...I didn't want anyone thinking I was a kiss-ass, but it just felt so damn comfy.
I think I need to be cautious with this new familiarity that being pregnant seems to bring with strangers. This is one of those situations where I will probably try to go in for the hug again tomorrow and find myself at gun point restrained by a pile of Fed Security guards.