A Close Call

The other day I stepped off the bus, walked in to an open cafeteria and bought a hot drink to go. Walking towards work I had to stop as I all of a sudden felt like such an adult. There I was, pregnant, in my maternity jeans, stepping off the bus, being a commuter after having recently purchased a house in the suburbs, buying a hot drink while walking to work.

That is something an adult woman does. "Holy Crap!" I thought while standing like an idiot on the side walk. But then I relaxed and realised that it's ok. I am not a complete adult. My hot drink to go was a hot chocolate with whipped cream with chocolate sprinkled on top.

Saved. Phew!