Just to clarify, that isn't me. I don't think I'm quite ready - not sure if I'll ever be, to be honest - to get my naked belly out in cyberspace. So I found a cute tummy picture to illustrate my thought of the day. Which is: why do pregnant women instinctively rub their bellies?
I have started doing this, and it bemuses me. My hands just gravitate there and then move in circular movements on both sides. It is such a pregnancy cliche and yet I find myself totally smitten by its reassuring charms. Put bluntly, The Rub feels nice. Maybe it's a kind of physical exploration of a pregnant woman's changing shape? A kind of tactile staring in the mirror. I do find that I can't walk past a shop these days without watching my spherical silhouette pass by in reflection. Even though this pregnancy was planned, and very much wanted, it still amazes me that I am A Pregnant Woman. I don't think I'll ever get over it. Nor, I trust, will my rubbing hands.
The other subject that this feeds into is whether to allow other people a feel too. I don't actually mind the odd random hand on my tummy. Let's be honest, now that my bump has gone hard, this is probably the firmest my tummy will ever feel. So I may as well give other people the pleasure of its round, firm shape too. So far, it's only been a couple of work colleagues and family members, which I can totally handle. The funniest is Dearest Bro Bro. He told me when the news broke about him becoming an uncle that he'd never touched a pregnant belly before. Well he has now. It's cute. He likes it. Let's hope he is equally enthusiastic about baby-sitting.
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