My husband met me at the doctor's office for my routine checkup, and fro there we dicided to go out to eat. Since we had driven in two seperate cars, I arrive at the restaurant first.
"One for dinner?" asked the hostess.
"No," I replied. "There will be two of us in just a minute."
When I saw the panicky look on the hostess's face, I realized I had forgotten about my appearance. Anybody could see that I was at 8 1/2 months pregnant.


- Loann K. Burke