Went on a hospital tour tonight.
I guess most people don't leave it so long as I was the only one with a bump, and it seemed the midwife addressed me more than any of the others. Even at the end, when she asked if anyone had any questions, she asked me.
Afterwards, we went to Dan Murphy's ( as you do after a visit to a maternity ward ) to stock up on all the groggers we'll need for the upcoming par-tay.
So we've got our wine, our beer, some champers, a few Breezers and we're heading out when we realised we should also get a couple of Jim Beam & Cokes, just in case.
I go back for the bourbon alone, while the boys head to the checkout.
So i'm walking back, with a bump and a 6pk of Beam, and I notice a couple at a checkout.
Well actually, what I notice is the she nudging the he, whispering, gesturing, and then he looks up at me too, and they both have a giggle.
Man, if only I was wearing my baseball cap and popping gum.
I am white trash.
Just call me Britney ( and get child services on the line, STAT ! )