One thing that looks really annoying to me about watching pregnant women try and go about their day, is witnessing people who want to lay their hands on the belly.
I know that it’s not the end of the world and the sentiment behind is usually pretty innocent and all. Heck, I’ll admit it can even be kind of cool for it to happen when it’s a grandpop-to-be or someone on that level doing the deed. Still, I am totally baffled whenever I see total strangers approach a woman and try and “go in for the pat.”
What it is that possesses certain human beings to simply have to get a Buddha rub on your baby momma’s belly? I really don’t know. And I will likely never uncover that depth of mystery.
Is it for luck?
Do they want you to know that they love babies?
Are they a little drunk? (Sadly, sometimes they are a little drunk!)
On the flip side though, if you are a lovely lady who just so happens to be carrying some precious cargo, or if you expect to be one sometime in the near future, and if you, like a lot of folks, tend to shy away from that whole “Hey there, please touch my baby belly like it’s a farmers market cantaloupe!” crowd, then today is your lucky day.
See, after two pregnancy go-arounds that included plenty of trips to Walmart (a veritable snake pit of belly rubbers!) with my lovely but leery wife, I have been to the mountaintop my friends! And these days I humbly consider myself somewhat of a Jedi Ninja in the art of keeping other people’s crazy/greasy/grubby/booger-pickin’ hands off of the most important bun in the oven of my world.
I thought you might be.
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