I almost punched some random customer in the face at work the other day.
Right in the face. For real.
Yes, I am pregnant. I have a baby bump. It's actually kind of big now.
I love my belly.... I'll let my friends and family feel Squish moving around in there if they should happen to be going by when she's moving.
Occasionally when we're chilling on the couch, my mom will lay her head in my lap and talk to the baby. We giggle cause sometimes Squish will move around at the sound of her voice and try and kick Grandma in the head.
My friends and family... people I know and like. These are the people I'm okay with. Other than that... I don't really touch. I'm kind of weird. I don't like to be touched. A hug now and then when I really need one... If I were to have a significant other, and we were watching a movie or what ever... yeah cuddle me. But there is this weird little alarm that goes off in my head sometimes that's just like "Ehhhh.... they're in my bubble! Get the hell away! RUNRUNRUN!" I don't know why... that's just the way I am. I'm not a touchy kind of girl I guess.
Some random older customer at work, not even one of our regulars, came up to me while I was walking around on break, and touched my belly. WITHOUT ASKING.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
What the fuck lady!?!?!?!?!?!
Newsflash... I don't care if it's "good luck"... If you don't know me... and you see me with a baby bump and you just walk up and touch it... Someone is going to get hurt. And it sure as hell isn't me. |