Musings of the South

Back from the Meeting

I'm late updating today. If I thought anyone was reading this I'd probably update earlier, oh well. I stayed an hour after the meeting talking to my best friend....about pregnancy...throwing up...lots of it...people feeling like they have the right to touch you once they know. She's 2 months along now, not many people know yet. Can't say I blame her, I really would get tired of talking about it myself. Of course, I want to know everything. I think I'm living vicariously. Not that I want a baby, but I know I will one day, and her being pregnant makes me remember that I can't be right now if I wanted to be. That makes no logical sense really, but it's true. It's good though, because she gets to change the diapers :oP I'm sure I'll be helping out a lot though, babysitting and all. I'm so excited about it that you'd think it was my kid, hahaha.

But back to the touching thing...why does everyone think they're entitled to touch your stomach because you're pregnant? Maybe you don't like that. Maybe that makes you uncomfortable. Maybe if you even ask, the person will feel like they have to let you. I'm not saying don't do it at all, I'm just saying think about it before you do it. I know my friend isn't real touchy, and therefore will not like all the people coming up to her to feel the baby move. I don't think I would either. That's like, "Oh, you're inventing some new type of food...can I put my hands all over it?". Ok, so maybe not, but I couldn't think of a good illustration.

Also, why do people HAVE to ask when someone is due? I have seen SO many people ask when someone is due and they weren't even pregnant. This question very often leads to disaster. Once my mom asked someone that, turned out they had diabetes and her stomach was swollen. That was sooo bad. Needless to say, she resolved to never ask unless she was told the person was pregnant. I take a hands off, no questions approach when I don't know anything already. That way, nobody gets hurt. It's not my business anyway.

Well now I have a 'rumbly in my tumbly' as pooh bear would say, so I need to go eat. Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Adieu, adieu!