"Nice to meet you! I usually wear a shirt."

Yes, these were the exact words out of my lips to my neighbor last week. Oh my. So here's how it all went down.
Last week while Mike was out of town I went for a walk early in the morning, no big deal. When I came back to the house I decided to throw a load of whites in our (awesomely cool...does it make me old to say that about a household appliance?) new washing machine. Since I had on a white Tshirt, I decided to just take it off and put it in the washer with the rest of the whites. I had on a sports bra so I really didn't think twice about it.  Since I was working from home that day I jumped right on my computer and started answering emails. Before I knew it, a few hours had gone by. I was productive with work stuff which felt great but still had on my shorts, sports bra and tennis shoes. It was about 11am so I thought I would take an early lunch and work on putting the crib together upstairs. If you've seen our house you know that the stairs are basically in front of the door...just remember that little point. So fast forward 45 minutes or so, I'm hard a work trying to figure out the directions on putting the crib together and what do I hear, yes, the doorbell.  It hits me, I don't have on a shirt, the door is open, the steps are in front of the door, we don't have any clothes upstairs except a few onsies and I don't think those will help cover up this belly. Oh. Shit. There aren't any other words to express it. I guess I could have just hid but I decided to own my pregnant belly and go answer the door.

Well hello there neighbor lady with your two tiny doggies! So yes, I answer the door. Neighbor lady with tiny dogs looks shocked, her mouth wide open and tries desperately to look anywhere but at me. Then she says, "Hi! I just wanted to say Welcome to the Neighborhood. My name is Debbie."
I just smile a toothy grin and reply, "Hi! it's so nice to meet you. I usually wear a shirt."
Debbie looks pretty uncomfortable at this point but tells me, "it's ok, you were probably just working out."  No lady, I was just chillin in the comfort of my own home with my 30 week pregnant bare belly all out there. But of course I just smile back and her saying nothing.


For some reason Debbie and I started to warm up to each other as we stood on our wrap around porch with white rockers, me in my sports bra, she with her tiny dogs. She told me all about how she knew the previous owners, how she and her husband (Al...yes, I remember, Al was his name) met and have been married for 18 years and perhaps most importantly, that I needed to turn my trashcan around to face a certain direction or the trash people wouldn't take it.
oh heeeeeeckkkkkk no! I had used cat litter in that trash can and it was 92 degrees, that trash HAD - TO - GO. So what did Debbie and I do, we walked to the end of our driveway to turn around my trashcan.  Yes, I was still sporting the sports bra.

At this point Debbie must have begun to feel comfortable with all the glory that is a bare belly of a pregnant lady because she was looking right at me and just talking up a storm. And I guess I was cool with it as well; cool enough to walk to the end of my driveway. Debbie and I said our goodbyes and I thanked her for the trashcan tip. She thanked me for making her feel good about only having a small belly pooch. Just kidding on that last part, we just said goodbye. (Although I do bet she felt like her mid-section rocked when standing next to me and my melon. I kinda think the melon is cute though so WHATEVER DEBBIE! :-))

I came back in the house and immediately put on a shirt, then laughed so hard at myself. Of course then I did what any "can do" woman does...I went back up-stairs and continued to put together the crib.
:-)

I can only imagine what looks I may get at the next homeowners association meeting. Mike should be proud, don't ya think? :-)