Shoved to Them
One of the elderly ladies at church rubbed my belly today. I know it’s pretty much just sticking out there….kind of a lot for just shy of 15 weeks. No, there aren’t two in there, as I’ve been asked several times in the past few days. Yes, I’m sure.
It’s the belly rub that bothers me the most. First, because I don’t know the woman….as in never seen her before in my entire life. So, her laying hands on me was a bit unexpected. Secondly, she didn’t even say ‘hi’ or acknowledge me in any way. She rubbed my belly and said “Hi little baby” Then smiled at me and walked away.
Sigh.
Here’s the bad thing about that, aside from some stranger touching me unexpectedly. The baby isn’t that big yet. It’s not anywhere near the top of the ‘bump’. All she was rubbing were fat, skin, and intestine. The baby is still pretty low, like below my belly button. This strange woman came up and rubbed my fat and all I could think after getting over the moment of shock was “please don’t let it jiggle.” Yes, that’s what I thought. Please don’t let this random stranger know how fat I really am….don’t let it jiggle.
Yes, #7 is groovin’ and kickin’ and doing all kinds of exciting things, but the movement she felt this morning? The “kick’ that greeted her hand? That was last night’s baby back ribs and pregnancy gas. Somehow I don’t think that’s the kind of thing she really wanted to lay hands on this morning.
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