“For in Him we live and move and exist.” – Acts 17:28
Being pregnant, bathroom stops are frequent and unavoidable. I was on a work errand that was further away than I expected, and when I finally exited the interstate, I knew I had to find a pit stop fast. I kept looking at different gas stations, but for some reason, none of them seemed appealing. Honestly, there wasn’t a legitimate reason, each one looked nice. I just found myself continuing to drive, looking for something different. When I saw a Chick-fil-a in sight I figured I could probably use some fruit and a water along with the bathroom break. I stopped and immediately made my way to the restroom.
Walking in, I noticed two workers standing outside the stalls talking. I apologized as I rushed by them, slightly bumping into one. As I was in there, I heard one asking if the other was ok and explaining to her that she looked really pale. I could hear the concern and panic in her voice as she asked a question that stopped me in my tracks: “How far along are you?” My mind immediately went from viewing a young sick girl at work that just needed to go home, to a young pregnant girl that might be having some major complications. The manager then decided to call for an ambulance because the expectant mother could no longer walk and was extremely nauseous.