Tonight, we went to our favorite local hamburger joint for dinner. At the counter, my husband rattled off his order, then I followed with mine. After we were finished, the little Mexican man taking our order asked us, “And for the baby?” Although I completely understood what he said, it just didn’t register, so I just stared at him, completely unresponsive. Fortunately, my husband realized I was comatose and replied, “No, not yet.” After I digested what just happened, I looked at my husband and told him that’s the first time a stranger (who had no idea of my “condition”) had actually acknowledged the fact I was pregnant. As strange as it may sound, it was quite a moment for me to take in. I’ve had such a difficult time letting the reality of pregnant wash over me, and it’s baby steps like this that seem to get me closer to reality.