In fact, the second guy, who had the confidence to approach me on a busy sidewalk, was clearly mortified and swiftly turned and ran in the other direction when I pointed at my belly.Still, it was flattering and made me appreciate that pregnant glow.First, I hit it off with an actor who I met for iced coffee one sticky summer afternoon.
But really, it just didn’t feel right to be under the covers with someone who wasn’t the father of my baby.
It seemed not only irresponsible but also disrespectful to my unborn child.
But dating is the last thing on my mind since I now spend every day with the love of my life.
I don’t know when, but I’ll jump back into dating one day—as much as I love my little girl, I want to have some adults-only fun again.
The dress I wore was way too tight for my 10-weeks'-pregnant body, and I spent two hours self-consciously trying to cover my curves with an array of accessories—my handbag, a napkin, I even wedged myself behind a potted plant while he paid the bill.