Blobby Layne and I are at the 6 month mark!
The kiddo and I went shopping this afternoon and there are a bunch of really cute spring dresses on the racks. As I can't properly see myself until we take the picture for the post each Sunday, I thought it would be a great idea to try on something stretchy. I managed to get one dress on and realized, really for the first time, just HOW BIG I AM. In perfect comedic timing I got punched from the inside, as if to punctuate the joke of me getting into anything that needs to be zipped up. Ba-dum-pah.
I don't mind getting pummeled from the inside. I do, however, have a dislike of getting touched and prodded from the outside. Now that there is little denying that I am pregnant people take my protruding middle as an invitation to touch me. Tattooed and pregnant? Doubly so... if you can't rub my Buddha-belly, why not grab me by the arm and make a joke about me having a tattooed baby? It would be so clever of you.
If my mama taught me one thing, it was this: Keep Your Comments To Yourself. And your mitts.
Your comments, though are always welcome here. Especially if they contain good comebacks.