It happened for the hundredth time this past Sunday. I was out, this time at an organic cafe. After I had finished my almond-honey-date smoothie (and man, was it good) and the bill had been paid, my friendly, dreadlocked waiter looked at me and smiled. "When is your baby due?"
"January. Early January."
"Ah. A Capricorn."
This has been the biggest surprise for me. I can't tell you how many times people have said this to me. Cashiers, waiters, people waiting in line with me at the pharmacy, etc. Just about any time a stranger asks me about my due date, I know that a short discussion of astrology will probably follow. Who knew?
Am I the only person who doesn't put much stock in astrology? Am I also the only person who hasn't memorized the date ranges of each of the signs? I couldn't tell you the signs of anyone I know, even though I know their birthdays. The only reason I even know he'll be a Capricorn is that it's my sign too. What comes after Capricorn? Danged if I know. Who's compatible with Capricorn? No clue. And anyhow, really? Everyone who was born in June is compatible with everyone who was born in February? I find that hard to believe.
Not to sound dismissive or skeptical. I don't disbelieve all this - it's just never been something I've been interested in learning about. And I guess I assumed that much of the world felt the way I did. So much for that belief!
When all is said and done though, I kind of enjoy hearing the "ooh, he'll be a Capricorn!" comments. You know how strangers are always approaching pregnant women and touching their bellies? This has never happened to me, thank goodness. Instead, I've had a different sort of intimate interaction. These lovely people have been reaching out to me for just a minute, excited about a little portion of my son's identity. And even if it's in a way that I can't completely relate to, I appreciate it.
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