You known that creepy feeling you get when someone's watching you? That's how I felt that day, standing in church, like someone was ogling a particular part of my body. Only this time was different.
The stranger stood there, unapologetic, mouth agape.
At this point I guess I should explain there is nothing particularly different about me. No tattoos. No amputations. No birth marks. I looked down, mystified.
Suddenly she broke the silence.
"So... how far along are you?"
My belly. Darn this shirt. I knew the sales lady was lying when she told me baby-doll style tops were back in. I weighed 108 lbs and somehow this woman thought there was a second human in there.
My face went hot.
"This is awkward," I stuttered, "but I'm not pregnant."
Apparently it was awkward for only one of us. And getting more that way by the minute.
"Oh," she said, "Well, I pray that when you do get pregnant, it will be the blessing of twins."
Now I was the one staring. At her. The blessing of twins? Who prays
that kind of thing for someone? What had I ever done to this woman?
I have never prayed so hard that someone else's prayer would go unanswered.
It's been a couple of years, and I have had one child. Singular. And I'm good with that.
But if being stared at creeped me out once, it does doubly so now. I'm pretty sure next time someone ogles me, even if it's a church-lady, I'm going to hike up my baby-doll skirts and head in the opposite direction. Meanwhile thanking God for the ONE beautiful baby that's mine...
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