I think one of our neighbours across the street is pregnant. I was peering out the office window watching the world go by when I caught sight of what I suspect is a slightly rounder tummy than normal. She's one of those people who could eat a muffin and it would show, so I'm betting I'm right.
I, on the other hand, could eat a dozen muffins and no one would suspect a thing. In fact, I was 5 months pregnant and had to tell a co-worker I didn't see that often that I had a baby on board because she had no clue and was visibly perplexed by my ramblings about due dates and pregnancy symptoms.
Anyway, I haven't seen this neighbour without a coat on in months, but this evening she stepped out onto her porch to say goodbye to her husband. Her snug brown shirt was pulled suspiciously tightly over a telltale bump.
This is what happens when you spy on people - you find out things that maybe you wish you hadn't.
Sigh. God now has me completely surrounded.
So you know what I did? I shoveled more carrot sticks into my mouth and turned away. Because really, what else can I do?