Saturday we headed off to brave the Costco crowd to stock up on a few necessities. Saturday also happens to be the main sample day...any pregnant ladies heaven on earth! As we neared the produce a lady was sampling mini candy bars in the spirit of Halloween being around the corner.
As I take my little Snickers and give the lady a courteous smile she blurts out, "Let me guess? 8 months along?"
Me: "Yes, I have 4 weeks left." Thinking: That's a pretty good estimate...she could have easily guess 17 months along because I am ginormous!
Her: "And it's a boy isn't it?"
Me: "Yes it is"
Her: "And this is your second boy." Statement, not a question.
Me: "Um, yes." Thinking: Holy crap! How does she know this because Liam is with his uncle Logan on the other side of the store.
Her: "Come here."
In which I ignorantly obey this stranger...
She puts both gloved hands (thank goodness for sanitation requirements when sampling food!) on either side of my belly and I am practically waiting for her to close her eyes and chant something in a gypsy language...
Her: "Your baby will come on his due date. Start walking two days before to help bring on the labor."
I am in a daze, a trance if you will. (Hehehe) All I do is blink my eyes, smile at her politely and pathetically say..."You don't think he will come early?" In which she shakes her finger at me and sternly says..."Definitely not...maybe even a little later."
At this point all I want to do is take her tray of candy and run, well, waddle away. Ian is standing a little ways off with a huge grin on his face as if this is true entertainment! He gently puts his arm around me and reminds me that the baby will come when he is ready.
Needless to say I am starting to walk 4 weeks early just to show that crazy candy Costco lady!