While I've enjoyed various milestones throughout this pregnancy, I've been particularly eager to hit the "stranger" milestone. I've been waiting for weeks for a stranger to approach and ask me when I'm due. At 6 months and 4 days I hit that milestone. It was not, however, exactly what I expected.
The following conversation took place while waiting in a checkout line at Staples:
Stranger: Hey, when are you due?
Me: Dec. 17th.
Stranger: Is it a boy or a girl?
Me: It's a boy.
Stranger: Yeah, I always preferred having a boy first.
Me: Oh, actually, I didn't really mind.
Stranger: Well, I guess it doesn't matter so much nowadays. Back in ancient times people greatly prefferred Man**.
Stranger: It was Man who did all of the strategic battle planning and fighting in wars.
Stranger: So people really wanted Man since it was Man who fought in the battles.
Stranger: And back in ancient Israel the Man would wait outside while the woman was in labor and the Man would run inside when he heard a baby cry. If it was Man he was happy, but if it was a girl he was dissapointed.
Me: Oh. (Long pause) I think that checkout line is shorter. Uh. bye.
**As you can see, I've capitalized "man" in this post. After relaying this story to John he was pretty convinced the stranger was speaking about men in an upper-case kind of way.