Usually I'm not the person that people at flea markets talk to... I don't seem to inspire the person behind the table of knickknacks to strike up conversation, or to suggest something I might like to buy. Until today - when I went to my first flea market as a pregnant woman.I was even with a few friends, one of whom had much more interest (and success!) finding treasures than I did. But no matter - the baby belly calls out to people; and those people had things that they thought I should surely have as well: a Winnie-the-Pooh collection, a pregnancy tank top, a Name Your Baby book. Offers galore. At only a few dollars each, I suppose I could've walked out of there with lots of goodies...
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