A Homecoming Magazine Article ~
By Reba Rambo-McGuire ~
I was scheduled to speak at my first international ladies conference. The date had been booked over a year in advance, but there was one looming problem — I looked like I was 12 months pregnant!
I was, in fact, only eight months along, but I can assure you the standing-room-only auditorium full of “ladies who lunch” all but gasped as I waddled onto the stage. I was pregnant with our daughter, Destiny, who began practicing her extreme modern dance choreography in the womb. I should have known better than to begin by singing “Ready For Battle” because once she heard the primal drumbeat, the gyrating began with a vengeance! I held my mic in one hand and patted my rolling belly with the other in a futile attempt to calm her down.
To make matters worse, my poor choice of wardrobe — a flowing chiffon sheath — was literally dancing around me with her every karate kick and arm extension. The giggles started mounting like a sport’s fan wave from the back to the front of the crowd. By the time I finished the song, some of the women were crying with laughter.
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