I noticed her first. She had just stepped out of a cab at the other end of the block and was heading toward me on the sidewalk. She was older, close to my age, with short sandy hair. Her dress, a flowing maxi dress in muted blues that was dressy without being fancy, was what had caught my attention. Her husband (presumably) walked a few steps behind her, catching up. He was older, distinguished looking, wearing a suit with a tie that matched the dress. An elderly couple (maybe his parents, or hers) followed after them.
She turned to catch her reflection in the glass windows of the office building that bordered the sidewalk. They all seemed happy and excited. There was a spring in her step. As they approached me, she turned again and that's when I saw her midsection. An unmistakeable baby bump. And suddenly, there on Federal Street halfway between the train station and work, I wanted to cry.
Today was an extremely busy day at work. I don't know when the sky cleared up even though there's a window right behind me. I don't know if the day was any warmer than it was when I stepped outside at 6:30 to go home. I know the date though. May 29th. I was so busy I didn't even have a chance to think what I wanted to think.
Seven years ago, I was eagerly and nervously waiting to meet my first baby. We didn't know if we'd be welcoming a baby boy or a baby girl into our family. May 29th was my due date.