Hi there, back again huh?
You mean I didn't scare you off with my first post? Well, It seems I have underestimated you and your tolerance for good old fashioned grumbling. Marvellous! Then shall we get on with it.
This week (today in fact) I had my 25 week appointment. This is the one where, among other things, they measure your bump for the first time. They measure you from the top of your uterus (at the moment by my belly button) down to your pelvic bone (lady garden area) Rule of thumb is that at 25 weeks I should measure around 25cm.
Now, I knew from looking at pictures of my mother when she was pregnant with me and from what the good lady has told me herself that she carried 'big'. The poor thing is only 5ft 5 and I weighed 9lb 6 at birth. I have heard countless times how people would say how lovely it was that she was expecting a baby around Christmas and I wasn't due till May. I kind of guessed that because I am physically like my mother, although a little taller, I would show pretty early in my pregnancy and look very 'pregnant'. So when my bump started to develop at around 12 weeks I wasn't surprised.
Everyone else on the other hand seemed to be fucking blown away that my body was changing at a seemingly alarming rate. Once I actually revealed my bump at 12 weeks people openly told me how "HUGE' my bump was. Isn't that something every women wants to hear? (there's that sarcasm again) and they continue to be surprised every time they see me and openly say how big my stomach is. JOY!
OK, let me just clear something up then. Every week my bump will get a little bigger. I'm OK with this. I have made my peace with it. This is something that you are just going to have to learn to cope with. I am growing a human after all. Just dial it down a bit perhaps and whilst I've got you here could you also dial down the bump rubbing.
We cant all go around grabbing the body parts of whoever we want now can we? This isn't the 60's for god sake. It would be inappropriate for me to combine my morning wave to the post lady with a firm grasp of her arse or to bump into an old friend in town that perhaps I haven't seen for a long time and jump at the chance to do a 'honka honka' boob grab! And before you say "well that's completely different to touching someones bump", let me enlighten you to the contrary. You are still invading my personal space. Christ! If I was from a different country and you rubbed my bump I'm pretty sure I would be within my legal rights to kill you. (That may not be true. I'd have to check)
The trouble is that when a lady gets pregnant her body is not her own any more. I am carrying around this little hitchhiker and we are quite accustomed to each other now. But, to have it invaded even further by the eager hands and probing fingers of, on more than one occasion, a distant acquaintance/stranger is a little too much for me. Call me uptight if you want, I don't care. Here's a handy diagram to help you. FYI me and 'The Hitchhiker' are firmly in the red zone :-)
Annnnnnnnd breath.............
(p.s. I measured 26cm. Hardly gargantuan proportions)
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