by Jena Pincott in Love, Sex, and Babies
One evening at the end of my second trimester, I was standing in the dairy aisle of the grocery store, with one hand on my back and the other over the kicking baby in my distended belly. A young man approached me, initiated a conversation about the World Cup, and, casually, asked me if I'd like watch the game with him that weekend. "You're pretty!" he whispered. I was shocked.
