One of my favorite stories from when I was pregnant happened at the Renaissance Faire. I’d dressed up as best I could with a bulging 37 week pregnant tummy, and people loved asking me how far along I was.

The answer, however made them nervous.

Just about every time I said “37 weeks” the person’s eyes would get huge and they’d take a quick step back, as though they expected me to give birth on their shoes or something. This reaction happened all over the place there.