During my daily walk avec pram, I start to notice that random men seem to be looking at me.
Some of them even smile.
What's going on?
Feeling flushed, I start to fear the worst: my boobs must be leaking!
I sneak a glance at my t-shirt, but no, all appears to be dry on that front.
And my trousers are correctly zipped up too.
Only when I get home does it dawn on me:
I am not pregnant!
Thus, I now exist again as a woman.
Wow. I'd forgotten what it felt like.
I can't wait to tell FH: "Chéri, when I'm out with the pram, men think I'm the au pair!"
Oh come on, a girl's gotta dream...
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