This conference gets started about 7 A.M. and roughly about 9 o'clock they serve us a breakfast. Stregecially placed are tall boy tables throughout the tradeshow room for "eaters" to stand around and eat. Sometimes it is a little awkward to find a place to post up and eat becuase they are full of other folks you don't know. However, I always have a plan. I love old men. They remind me of my dad, and I know he would love for some young, blonde female to come stand beside him and engage in converstaion. So that is exactly what I do. I look for someone no less than 65, preferably in their 70's and walk over and ask if I can join them. Undoubtedly they say yes.
As I was talking with some of these men the first morning, I realized I am very pregnant and I am standing here with no wedding band. My hands started to swell this week and it became so uncomfortable to wear my engagement and wedding band, I left them in my jewelry box. It made me wonder what these old men were thinking. So, I would quickly find a way to mention "my husband" in the conversation just to ease their wondering minds. Not that I fault unwed mother's in anyway, it is just not the way I want to be viewed. Besides, my mother would be humiliated if I let these poor old men think something different.
None the less, the swelling is still hanging around. Some days it is more than others, but the wedding band is still in the jewelry box.