Remembering

With all the kids away at college now, DH and I are doing a purge of the house. I came across this memory from long ago when I was pregnant with my oldest and thought I’d share.

I stopped at the top of the aisle, blinded by the sudden change from bright lobby to dark theater. Eager to see the premier of the newest thriller, movie goers streamed in behind me, squeezing past me in their rush to win seats in the already packed house. Those unable to get around my distended belly waited with nervous impatience.

I should have counted the rows when I left our seats, should not have insisted on going to the concession stand myself. But this third trimester had made me fickle about food. Sending my husband would have been pointless since by the time he returned I’d have changed my mind. Worse I would’ve been secretly cross with him for bringing me the snacks I’d asked for rather than the ones I wanted.

An elbow nudged my back. The people behind me were getting vocal with their frustration. I scanned the crowd. There. Even in the darkness I recognized the shape of that head. I waddled down to the row where ten seats separated me from my goal and began to wade through a human obstacle course. Alternately showing the unfortunates seated there my butt and bulging belly, I twisted my way through protruding knees and floor-parked purses.

“Hold these,” I commanded and thrust a large soda and a bucket of popcorn at my husband. When he failed to take them I rattled them at him and then pushed them into his hands. Up on the big screen the coming attractions trailers were beginning. I sat down, opened a package of chocolate almonds and poured them over the popcorn. Then I took back the drink.

A woman seated on the other side of my husband leaned forward. In the darkness I couldn’t quite make out her face, but her body language spoke volumes. Had I been too noisy? I smiled an apology at her and stuck my hand in my husband’s lap for a handful of popcorn.

“Who are you?” the woman demanded.

Had she been saving this seat, I wondered. Surely my husband had explained it was taken.

“I’m his wife,” I said. I rested my soda on my mountainous belly and stuffed popcorn in my mouth.

“No, I’m his wife!”

Several rows down a familiar silhouette stood up. “Reggie? Reggie!”

I shot to my feet as fast as an enormously pregnant woman could, grabbed my popcorn bucket from the still mute man, and did a rapid butt-belly-butt twist back through protruding knees and floor-parked purses.

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12 responses

  1. I remember hearing this story before, but it still made me smile!!!

    September 29, 2013 at 11:52 am

  2. Yes, it’s a portion of something I wrote to be included in the Four Bad Mommies book, but it didn’t make the cut. Hope things are going well for you, Wendy. Cooler temperatures have finally arrived in Texas. What a relief. It’s only In the 80s today. :)

    September 29, 2013 at 12:27 pm

  3. Hahahahaha! Love it! I think it’s hilarious the man didn’t speak up–probably too stunned to say anything! :)

    September 29, 2013 at 8:31 pm

    • Probably.

      Poor guy. I hope his wife was the trusting sort with a good sense of humor. :)

      September 29, 2013 at 9:39 pm

  4. This is hilarious and awful! We’ve all had one of these embarrassing moments in some form. One of my earliest vivid memories is of hugging my two-school teacher’s leg and calling her Mommy before realizing it wasn’t her. I love that your hubby calls you Reggie. :D

    September 30, 2013 at 3:32 pm

  5. I bet your teacher went home with a warm heart that day. :)

    September 30, 2013 at 3:37 pm

  6. Oh that is hilarious. I can see it all playing out.

    October 2, 2013 at 8:44 am

  7. Hi Clover! :) Glad you came by. Anyone reading this needs to check Clover out on her website ( just click on her name) or at Amazon. She has written some wonderful stories. “Romance in the safety zone”. Stories for grownups that you don’t need to hide from the little ones.

    October 2, 2013 at 9:53 am

  8. Ha! What a cute image and vividly written. I guess there is another man out there who has a similarly shaped head as your husband!

    October 15, 2013 at 2:22 pm

  9. Stinky Laurie

    Brilliant!

    November 18, 2013 at 10:39 am

  10. Nice story. I happened to see your update on our HS web page… glad you are doing well.

    January 25, 2014 at 4:27 pm

    • Thanks for stopping by Floyd! Hope you’re staying warm where you are. I admit that Texas has me spoiled to mild winter weather so I’m staying close to home and the heater.

      January 28, 2014 at 5:59 pm

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