A few weeks back around 22 weeks, I really started to pop.
While at work, a client’s eyes lit up when she saw my belly. “Oh, my! How exciting!” she exclaimed. She immediately started to walk towards me with her hands out as she asked, “May I?”
While I appreciated that she asked, I realized that it was totally unnecessary for her to do so. “Yes, of course, please do.” And so laid the first non-family, non-friend hands on my ever-growing pregnant belly — and I loved it.
I’m proud as hell of my pregnant belly. It took me over four years to get to this point — with heartbreak, loss, and disappointment littered all throughout those years — and I am so ready for this baby to soak up all the love it can. From anyone willing to give it.
I get that not all women enjoy this, and I agree that people should ask first because you never know if it’s a welcomed act. But me? I’m all in. It’s such a nice gesture for someone to feel so compelled to want to touch your growing life that I’d never say no.
Some people think it’s creepy or out of line for a stranger or someone you don’t know well to ask to touch your body, but I can only see beauty in it.
Pregnancy is a truly miraculous, amazing thing. I see that when I see pregnant women, and I see that now when I look at myself. Isn’t it beautiful that others can see that, too? That others can look at the beginnings of life and be moved to be that much closer to it?
I say yes, a thousand times, yes.
My baby is already so loved, and I’m happy to have her receive love from family and friends — and even strangers. And that’s exactly how I view belly touches: as an act of love.More On