When it came time for communion, I went up like always and got my wafer and stood in line for my sip of wine (yes, I know, it's Jesus, but it still tastes like wine.) I took the cup from the lady serving it and as I was tipping the cup to take a sip...she crossed my belly. She made the sign of the cross right over my belly button. It threw me off so much that I forgot to take a drink and just looked up quick like "what?"
Then I was kinda happy that she could tell I was pregnant, and I thought it was actually kind of sweet for her to bless the baby like that. The whole thing ended up giving me the giggles. So, as I sat back down at the kneelers, I leaned over to Kyle and told him that I missed my weekly wine ration because the lady confused me. Then I tried to pray, but I was really just giggling on the inside.
I'm seriously like 4 years old sometimes.
So anyway, now before a meal when we say grace, I'll cross myself at the end and then Kyle will cross my belly. It makes me happy.
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