Until recently, the only thing I was worried about regarding my belly was making sure to remind hubby to rub moisturizing cream into my skin every night. I know, I know, most common sense sources say this doesn't prevent stretchmarks but still, you know, just in case.
But now, with a more prominent bump, there has been a steep increase in the amount of hands extended my way. I decided early on to be stoic about it. I mean, most people might rub my buddah belly for a second or two, but that's basically it.
What gets to me though, is how many people want to feel her kick. I mean, its not like I have any control over that phenomenon - she is very much her own independent person in that respect. No amount of prodding at my belly on my own part can convince her to respond with a jab. (I know this, because I tried it once when the little bean hadn't kicked much in 12 hours and my worry-mode was starting to hype up the "what-ifs") In fact, she seems to know when its someone else's hand on my tummy, and she goes completely still.
And there I am, with a person's hand lingering on my belly....waiting....both of us looking anywhere but at each other.....crickets chirping....seconds ticking by....
Yuck. Ew. No.
And then I came up with the perfect response when people ask "oooh! Can you feel her kick with your hands now?" (ALWAYS a precursor to laying of hands on mah belly)
I say, "Yes, but she isn't really kicking right now" and look dolefully down at my tummy. I say this even if right at that second, there is a kickboxing practice taking place down there.
I figure its justified. If I added up all the minutes I have spent and will continue to spend in awkward positions as a result of this pregnancy (think: on back, legs spread, no pants, light aimed directly at crotch, plethora of metal tools flashing in front of me), I have waved goodbye to most of my dignity already. I want the tattered remnants, dammit!
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