oh, Portland...

This morning (we're talking like 9:30am) a drunk guy shouts at me and Mike while we're crossing the street.
"hey! when are you due?" and then proceeds to run over to talk to us. I quickly half step behind mike and whisper "don't let him touch me!" This dude looked like he wanted to rub some baby belly. YIKES!
He told me I looked like I was about to pop....which, I guess I kinda do...? I'm wearing a tight shirt today, but I told him I still have six weeks left.

Overall he was a nice guy...nice enough for being completely drunk at 9:30 in the morning. He just told us good luck, and told Mikee not to faint when the baby comes LOL

At least breakfast was good!

xoxo
Darbie