asked the girl behind the counter.
"Um, not that I know of...I don't know...why do you ask?" The words came out in a rush.
"Oh, sorry. Well, you were rubbing your belly. I just wondered." she replied, not looking nearly as embarrassed as I would have been had our roles been reversed.
"I was? Oh, well, I was pregnant. I guess it's just a habit." I smiled back.
We left the register and walked over to get our drinks. Chris looked at me and half smiled-half frowned. "I'm so sorry." He mouthed.
"No, it's fine, really." I replied. "Maybe it's a good sign."
And really, I am fine. I don't really believe in signs. But, hey. Maybe it is a good sign.