The first time, and now again… my baby bump is not an obvious one.
Apart from those who know I am pregnant, no one can make out that I am some 30 weeks far into it. With the help of some maternity clothes and a dramatic tilted walk, only a few can now guess that I am not just a big woman, but one with a bun in the oven.
So imagine my joy today when in my regular clothes, someone managed to guess that I was pregnant.
It took all my self control to not jump on the rather cute security guard and hug him.
I was at the Museum of Islamic Art entrance, when one of the security guards pointed out my bump to his colleague and asked him to let me skip the metal detector routine. And I wasn’t even doing one of my exaggerated pregnancy walks.
Just hope the guys at the airport check-in next week let me skip the economy class and bump me up to business.