Okay, something weird happened last Saturday night! Amber and I had gone shopping, watched Gabbie have a meltdown at the mall, and then come home and put her to bed.
After Gabbie was in bed, we took advantage and went to get ice cream and coffee. We went downtown, I have fallen in love with Emack and Bolio's, and of course you have to park and then walk, which is good for you anyways! So we get our ice cream, enjoy it (Mocha Fudge Chip, yummy, yummy), and then get me some coffee and head back to the car.
On a side note, at the same intersection I am about to mention, Amber and I were asked by a taxi driver a few months ago, if we were gang members. What is that about? Okay.
So we get to this intersection. Right before we cross it, some guys yell out their car window, "Hey, wassup?!" Okay, that is a little strange, but not too weird. Things like that happen downtown. Amber and I are laughing. I mean, come on people, I am 39 weeks pregnant, dressed in a not so attractive outfit and have just binged on ice cream! I would understand if I was one of the hoochies that strut around downtown asking for this kind of attention.
That is not the best part however. Not more than a minute later, after we finish crossing the street, another car drives by and they yell, "Hubba, hubba, baby!" Enough said.
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I think there trully is a belly fetish, I have gotten more unsolicited attention when unbeleivably swollen and pregnant than at any other time. Sitting in Walmart, 9mo pregnant, hot, sweaty and angry that my hubby is taking so long I wait on a bench by the bathroom timing what I think are contractions and 3 separate guys (young ones) randomly stop by to hit on me. "Whaz up you ask. Whaz up is I'm in labor and you are a clearly either blind or crazy" "Where's my man? Well I saw him 3hours ago by the oil filters and no thankyou I don't need another one."
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