You know what really grinds my (parental) gears?
Pregnant belly touches! No, not from family and friends. I actually encouraged that. But, when you are standing in line just minding your own business at the grocery store, and then, all of a sudden- a warm hand on your big baby bump. WHAT?! Who are you and why are you invading my personal space?
From the right people, I didn’t mind the belly rubs and crazy baby talk that was taking place an inch from my belly button. But, as I was casually waddling around doing my Christmas shopping, I remembered… I was by myself but yet-there was a hand rubbing my very large baby bump (insert a loud, horrible gasp)! All I remember was how flustered I was and how bad I wanted to start swinging my multiple packs of Christmas socks I was trying to buy. You always hear stories about pregnant women being abducted and that was my first thought (fight or flight, ya know). After my initial shock of this adorable old woman caressing my belly, I was left with the awful feeling of being violated. Did she really just come in my personal space and rub MY belly, MY baby- WITHOUT my permission?
I never knew I would react that way. But I liked it. It felt as though it was my first glimpse into being that overly protective parent I knew I was destined to be.
I once got yelled at for doing it (NO it was not on a STRANGER- geez)! It was however, before I ever became pregnant and truly understood how personal and enraging (from the wrong person) that touch can be. It made me understand and appreciate the beauty of ones’ comfort zone. So thank you-you know who you are!
Now please, even if you know the pregnant woman, PLEASE ask her permission! For the love of all that is HOLY, JUST ASK! More often than not, I am betting she will let you. But let her be prepared for that invasion of personal space. After all, it’s not just her belly, it is her child. She will protect that round and beautiful belly, carrying her beautiful child, at all costs.