It's like an invitation to talk to you.
When I would walk Gloria, all kinds of people would stop to chat. I always liked it. It was fun. Plus she was so awesome, I was always delighted when people remarked on her extraordinary character.
And something similar happens now with the belly. Just, you know, without the petting.
I've had a number of people - in checkout lines, fellow pedestrians, at the bank, really, you name it - announce the sex. "It's a girl!" Or, "You're having a boy. I can tell."
I'm walking down the street, listening to my iPod, and out of the blue, I realize a pronouncement is being offered to me.
The funny thing is when people ask when I'm due. If they have a birthday anywhere in August, they invariably tell me I should have it on that date.
"August 7 is a great day!"
"Hold out until the 23rd!"
It's been so consistent, and from complete strangers. It's really interesting.
A mail carrier I passed on the street the other day said, "Boy?"
I beamed. "Boy!"
I thanked him and kept walking. I was halfway across Connecticut, when a mail truck went by. "Ma'am! Ma'am!"
I turned to see him waving frantically.
"Name him Ryan!"