Bump-erific

I must be sprouting a pretty decent bump, because people around me are interacting with me differently.

In the past two days, I've gotten a couple of belly rubs from co-workers. I always thought I'd be one of those women who would hate to have her belly rubbed when she's pregnant, especially by mere acquaintances (um, hi, can I rub your belly, too, lady?!). But so far, surprisingly, I actually haven't minded it. I'll admit that when I see a pregnant woman, I'm totally tempted to do the same thing. So I figure it's just one of those innate human reactions to the continuing of our species or some such thing.

People have also been asking me when I'm due or telling me they'd recently suspected I was pregnant but didn't want to say anything until they were sure or had it confirmed by someone else. And others who might not have gotten word yet have a tendency to look at my stomach when I approach them, and I can tell they're thinking, "I think she's pregnant ... but I'd better not ask in case she's just been eating too much ice cream ..."

Actually, everyone looks at my stomach. Those who know, those who aren't sure. It's a strange thing to have every person you walk up to look first at your stomach for several seconds and then up at your eyes. Several times I've been tempted to snap, "Hey! Eyes up here, buddy."

Mostly, people just seem excited and happy for us, so I feel like I've got a lot of positive energy around me all the time, which is a great feeling.