First, she does about 15 checks to make sure someone didn't just eat too much pasta last night but is genuinely pregnant. So far no misses.
Matron: "Oh!! When is your baby due! That's so wonderful! Is this your first, second, fifth?"
This happens at Target, in the grocery store, at schools, in the park, and at the library. The Matron sees a pregnant woman and immediately wants to spill blood and kiss a belly. It's that bad.
Today, yours truly was leaving her college and a very young woman -- ready to burst with baby -- walked through a campus door. Friends? The Matron nearly fell to her knees.
Matron: "OMIGOD. When is your baby due? You look great!!"
Complete Stranger, immediately bursting into tears: "April 1! I'm scared out of my mind."
Let's just say more sobbing ensued.
With that there was some wise counsel, the Matron understanding that she was a professor and this 20 year old a student, and she took that into consideration. She took the weeping, hormonal, near childbirth young adult to a corner and gave her a cup of tea.
Captive audience. So she regaled the complete stranger with all her birth stories. It's sort of like blogging. You're in charge.
At the end of the half hour -- it really was just a blip in the day -- the young woman wiped her eyes and said: "thank you."
Then, the baby had a major muscle move. He or she pummeled visibly.
Complete stranger: "Do you want to feel him or her?"
And the Matron put her hands and then her ears to the belly and felt the surge of a new life. And when the day seemed hard later? Well.