On a walk earlier today, Sara was telling me about how people do weird stuff around pregnant women. They ask how far along you are, they ask if you are having twins and they refuse to let you take out your own groceries.
Just a bit ago the mail man dropped off some boxes of stuff we bought online. The window was open, and as he walked away I heard him say, "dang, she pregnant" and came back, picked up the boxes and rang the door bell again. It was really nice of him since earlier in the day he only saw Sara and not me (dropped off the mail before the boxes). Guess he just didn't want to make the pregnant lady bend over to pick up the boxes.
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