If I try to wait until Friday to compile all of my pregnancy thoughts of the week in another “Having Known For…”, then I’ll probably have forgotten the few that are pinging around my brain today.
So three thoughts:
- I love having something to talk about in uncomfortable social settings.
Most of the time I feel awkward when engaging with acquaintances outside of the realm of the salon. In fact, it wouldn’t be uncommon to wind up discussing hair if, for instance, I was making small talk at a party or a get-together. The topic of hair was always my safety net being that most people have experienced hair in their lifetime and happen to have an opinion or two about it.
But now? Now I’ve got this whole other topic that provides an engaging and emotional connection that never used to exist: pregnancy. Whether a man or woman has experienced it or not, there are bound to be curiosities or opinions about the baby, the mom, the dad, the gender, the feelings (emotional or otherwise), the delivery, the appearance, the food issues, the grandparent dynamics or the nursery. I mean, there’s always something!
It’s such an excellent conversation piece and I’m having so much fun!
- Yesterday morning I woke up laying on my back. When I looked down at my stomach, it wasn’t flat anymore.
My mysterious and disappearing bump stuck around for the sunrise (and I believe it’s here to stay). While the size of my belly isn’t unfamiliar to me, it’s never been this… hmmm… tough before. Yeah, my belly feels hard, and that, too, is fun for me.
- Lastly, I’ve come to the realization that a certain preconceived notion of mine was completely inaccurate.
Considering my history of hating to have my stomach touched, I believed that my disdain for this violating gesture would only intensify once pregnant.
But… I think I’m wrong!
I reached out and made my friend, Sherri, feel my tough belly this morning. For a square piece who used to swat even Brian’s hands away when they entered the belly zone, I really surprised myself. But considering the newness of the bump and my fascination with it, I think I just get excited all over again when someone else touches it and can perceive the changes that are happening, too.
Yeah, I hate to admit it, but right now the belly touching is kinda cool!