As most of you know, my strange illness has given me a belly that makes me look about seven months pregnant. After so many years I have been able to find the humour both in the queries and the responses I give to the queries. Sometimes I actually look forward to bizarre responses because they make such good stories. Belly-laugh Fridays is my chance to share these humorous tidbits with all of you. Enjoy.
When my son, Zev, was younger he would be my belly ambassador. I remember one interaction in particular:
Sales clerk: Oh, when are you due?
Zev: My mama’s not pregnant.
The expression on the sales clerk’s face indicates that she thinks either Zev is playing an imaginative game or I have not yet explained to him the reality of the major change about to happen in our family. The look she gives Zev is somewhere between amused and condescending.
Sales clerk: Oh, she’s not is she?
Zev: No, she just has a big liver.
The sales clerk looks at me and at my belly sceptically and then back at Zev.
Sales clerk: A big liver?
Zev: Yes, but she’s going to be okay.
The sales clerk looks at me again and this time I nod in agreement with Zev. Her face registers a multitude of emotions – shock, horror, sympathy, curiosity and she appeals to me with her eyes to continue the conversation. But I believe Zev has summed it up nicely. I have a big liver and I’m going to be okay. So I just wish her a good day and toddle off with Zev.