Ok, so Sunday night there was this activity for young marrieds in the ward. An homemade ice cream social. What pregnant lady is going to pass that up? And as far as young marrieds go, I don't feel like we're that young when we're at church and looking around we have more kids than most people have anniversaries. Nonetheless, as far as age goes, we still qualify. So, we packed the kids up and headed over to the neighbors house. It was a ton of fun, we got to see and talk to a lot of people. However, I had this one brilliant moment when a cute girl and her husband walked into the room and just looking at her you thought "Honey, for your sake I hope your due date is tomorrow!" Conveniently, at that moment, another cute pregnant girl asked the one who had walked in what her due date was. She answered that she had 4 weeks left. And darling me blurted, "Oh, you poor thing. Good Luck!" I regretted that outburst almost immediately. Let's review the situation. She's pregnant for the first time. She doesn't know my name except that I have kids. She has no idea what to expect in the coming weeks. She's brand new in the ward. She must feel even bigger than she is. Hmmmm. Go Shauna! Way to make her feel at home. I did manage to go find her again and introduce myself properly and then let her know that I wasn't trying to scare her. It was just in my experience that the last 4 weeks were the most uncomfortable. She took it really well and was super nice. Lucky me. Oh well. I guess I'll learn to be nicer. Sorry cute girl!
