You know you’re at the end of a pregnancy when

Your five-year-old tells you not to sit in a chair “because you might break it.”

Thanks, honey!

~Kim, mother of 4

Kim adds, “In his defense, I

“I always rely on the kindness of strangers.”

This post has been a long time in coming. I’ve had so many thoughts in my brain that have ended with, “I should totally blog about that.” I’m sure many of you have felt the same. Where would we be without our blogging outlet, am I right? Remember life without cell phones? Total insanity of the Dark Ages.

Anyway, on to the kindness!

Note: This is not a picture of me. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

People are totally nice to pregnant women, as well they should be. Once when I was preggers, I was at the grocery store attempting to unload my cart onto the conveyor belt while also holding a fussy child. Another mom spotted me and immediately came over to quickly unload the cart for me, saying, “I remember being in this stage of life. Please let me help you.” She wasn’t even pausing to get an “okay” from me. She sort of seemed like she was in a hurry, but wouldn’t have taken no for an answer, even if I had (stupidly) told her not to bother. She quickly got the job done, wished me the best of luck and was gone practically before I could offer my thanks. Super cool lady.

Super cool old man story: