D.O.M.

This morning on my way to work I drove thru McDonalds to get a healthy snack... wait, no, it was hashbrowns. Anyways, I had my window rolled down on the way out and this dirty old man (D.O.M), probably in his late late forties or early fifties, had his window rolled down and looked me in the eyes and said, "well good morning beautiful". Normally I would have made some off the cuff remark to him and rolled my eyes, but seeing as how I'm due in less than 2 weeks and feel so unattractive and fat I was flattered and smiled at him. And then for a good 10 minutes felt really good about myself. Chris tells me all the time how beautiful I am, but hearing it from a D.O.M was nice. That's how I know I am READY to have this little girl.