Due Dates...in Which the Question Get Asked

The thought of Summer can evoke very different pictures to various types of people depending on their occupation. For some, Summer simply means warmer work days and more options on the weekends. For others (those who still live and work on a school schedule), Summer means so much more. For Peter and I, the months of June, July, and August were marked by gardening, moose tracking in Colorado, 117 degree weather shared with good friends in Charleston, and lazy evenings on our front porch.

Most of our time this Summer was spent in Fraser, Colorado at Crooked Creek Ranch. Peter spent most of his time chasing down moose with our Rebel and a telephoto lens; while my job consisted of building relationships with leaders and setting them up well for their week at camp. It was awesome. But the moment from our time at CCR which made the biggest impression happened one Wednesday evening.

In Young Life, a wednesday night at camp can only mean one thing..."The Night that Never Ends." This evening consists of, but is not limited to, a tableau, a western dinner, a square dance, a carnival, and--an opera. Now the opera in Young Life does not include arias; rather, it is a show jam packed with lip syncing, choreography, and rescuing Crooked Creek Ranch from the "Bad Guy" (in our case Reid A. Bookman). I had the opportunity to perform in the opera, which pretty much meant that life, for me, became all that I had ever hoped...an episode of Glee. But I digress...Anyway, after the opera that night, one of the Adult Guests came up to me, put her arm round my shoulders and said, "When you were on stage it hit me...when are you DUE?"

Ok...time out...seriously? 1: My ego ain't prego...fo shiz. 2: I think I am correct in thinking that it is never--ever okay to ask a woman (even if she is obviously about to pop and wearing a t-shirt that says "Baby on Board) if she is pregnant. 3: OMG--every shred of self-esteem and positive body image I may have ever had just flew out the window...this chick thinks I look pregnant. Surely...any sane person would think that would be her last comment right? Wrong!

Meanwhile...back at the Ranch...with her arm still around my shoulders and a look of shock on my face, she continues, "I mean, I was watching you on stage and thinking to myself---Wow, she has such a great figure for someone who is expecting. So how far along are you?" I was literally speechless...and I was a little offended by the whole thing. But then I thought to myself, "Ah...finally something to blog about."