But I am not complaining.
I think in the past I may have been a borderline what's up with you rubbing my belly without asking type of gal, but with this pregnancy, as I've told many, I love her every move. Her every kick and every jab. And I love when others touch me, touch her... celebrating and confirming she's alive. She's there. They feel her, too. She's real and not just a dream.
The excitement even strangers can feel just because I happen to have a baby in my belly. The goodness of it all- no matter who you are, we all know to appreciate the tenderness and delicacy of life in the happening.
A moment I'll never forget occured this weekend. Lying on my hotel bed with my shirt exposing my roundness, my roommates Amy & Arianne laughed with me as my belly danced and moved. They each placed their hands on my bare stomach and felt my little girl respond to their touch. I saw in their eyes and heard it in their voices as they talked to her, the specialness of just that very instance.
She kicks me even now as I type and I'm almost high from knowing my little girl is in there, okay, and getting ready to meet me face to face so very soon.
Feel free to touch... there is so much power. There is so much life.