It's been a fun week, getting to tell people about the baby. I thought a lot of people knew, due to the nature of how we got here, but it's surprising how many people don't know.
To me, telling someone that I am pregnant is one of the best things in the world. It's like eating a box of really good chocolates - it's addicting - when I finish one, I can't wait for another. I love the look on peoples' faces when I tell them, I love how excited they get when I show them the pictures. I don't even mind the questions about morning sickness, weight gain, or my breast feeding intentions.
I will say this, though. I am really uncomfortable with people touching my belly. It's not that I am that private of a person - um, hello? Read my blog. It is more that I just feel FAT. My belly is definitely pooched out, but it isn't baby. It's bloating, perhaps my intestines, or maybe even the remains of my breakfast, but not baby. So, when they are patting it and oohing and ahhing, I really don't like it. I know that I have heard this complaint from many others, so I am not the first. And really, in the scheme of things, it's so not a big deal. It's just my first encounter with public petting and it is a bit weird. I guess I just have to get used to it.
Or I could ask the pregnant lady that I saw the other day where she buys her clothes. She was far more pregnant than me, with a big belly, and a white t-shirt with black lettering that said, "You Can Look, But Don't Touch." I think I'll just go with the belly rubs.