When people stop and rub my belly, I want to glare at them like they are smelly.
I don't because I am nice, but if they do it again I might think twice!
Yes there's a baby, so grow your own maybe!
Sure it's amazing, that doesn't mean you have to touch the thing.
They want to share in the joy, and get excited that it is a boy.
Would they be less excited with a girl? I often say with a snarl.
Congratulations they say. I never really have a response on the day.
The truth is my eggs are fertile, and Chris' sperm are good projectiles.
Whilst person one was touching me, person two asked nicely.
I said no, I don't like it. That made person one feel weird, I bet.
I'm sorry I don't want you to touch, it's just that I don't like people much.
Nothing against you or you. My mum would get the same response too.
I am more than happy to whinge all day, about pregnancy, that's okay.
I can share the bad times, talking about vomit is a practiced line.
But my body is for me, I'm not even that keen on sharing it with Tiny Human you seen.
I'm pretty anti-social in most situations so I have no touchy aspirations.
Soooo, next time you want to touch a belly, question yourself fully.
Would like I someone to rub my fat? Or touch my belly right back?
Did I ask if it was okay, to invade that person's space today?
Again, it's not about you, I am the same with everyone, it's true.
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