The irresistible call of a baby belly: a miracle you can touch.
“I don’t know what it is…” admitted my lab tech (a young, not-so-bad-looking guy), “but some part of me just needs to connect with that part of you.”
Please, try to be more awkward as you stand there with your hand on my belly and a needle shoved in my arm…
“Do you get that a lot?”
Um yeah, usually from the old ladies at the grocery store. They hardly ever ask first. They just stretch out their old wrinkled hands and go for it.
What is it about pregnant ladies and their giant bellies? How is my stomach all of a sudden an acceptable place to put your hands? Continue reading