This preggar lady belly is getting legit, which has led to a new bizarre pregnancy experience: belly rubbers.
I had read on pinterest (or somewhere) that people would want to touch my belly, I just hadn’t experienced it, until now. Oh the belly rubbers.
I’m 26 weeks along as of today and this belly can certainly no longer be mistaken for eating one too many post-Christmas peppermint Oreos. Everyone notices it. Even the dog.
All this attention brought to mind something a friend told me long ago. She said, “being pregnant is like being in a sorority you never knew existed. People want to come talk to you, they want to tell you all about their pregnancy, they want to see how you’re doing…”
Now that I’m here, I agree.
People are drawn to pregnancy.
The first time I experienced a very near-stranger rubbing all over my very big and round belly, I wanted to run away. First, I’m not a touchy person, even with people I’m close to. And second, how am I supposed to feel OK with a stranger rubbing my belly, when I’m still getting acquainted with it? Sometimes I pass the mirror or will see a picture of myself and I’m totally shocked. Is that really me?
However, the more this strange phenomenon has happened, the more I’ve tried to analyze why people do this.
As far as my experience goes, belly rubbers are either reminiscent of their own pregnancy or mesmerized that a human is in there, or a little of both. No one (thus far) has been creepy or given me reason to think they have ill intent.
Also, I believe pregnancy as a whole is a miracle. Whether people believe in God or not, they are drawn to His creation. They can sense how amazing it is. How real it is.
For these reasons, I’m trying to be more at peace with belly rubbers. Instead of feeling offended, I’m choosing to take a belly rub as a compliment and as encouragement through this pregnancy. It will always be a bit bizarre, but thats OK. I’ll just add it to the list, along with hiccups and 3 AM leg cramps.
In other news, the sweet boy took me to a fancy brunch for a pre-birthday celebration today.
I’m almost 31 y’all!!
We went to, Oxlot, a little local gem. Fancy brunches aren’t really the boy’s thing, but I can dig ’em and he’s sweet enough to suffer though food like this boudin eggs Benedict.
And brandy milk punch, which is known for being a New Orleans drink of choice (one of several, I should mention), especially at brunch. Its brandy, sugar, milk and nutmeg. What’s not to love about that?
Don’t worry, baby Rose didn’t get any milk punch 🙂
Baby and I got the french toast with duck confit. I wasn’t sure how I felt about duck, especially at breakfast, but wow it was AMAZING. It had a great roasted flavor and it truly fell off the bone. A bite of the duck with the french toast and maple syrup…mmmm.
To add to the food, they had a little band playing some local tunes.
I just LOVE the washboard. If I was in a band, I could really rock the washboard. Probably nothing else though.
It was a great little birthday celebration. We often miss our friends and family in Texas, but Louisiana sure does food, drinks and music right.
After all the calories, we went for a walk on the lakefront.
In light of this beautiful day, I think its fitting to leave you with these beautiful lyrics that I jotted down from a song we sung in church this morning:
“From the head to the heart, you take me on a journey of letting go and getting lost in you…More than words, more than good ideas, I’ve found your love in the open fields.”
cindy says
Love this post Brittany. Love you more . Hope you have a beautiful birthday tomorrow.
thegingerlifeblog@gmail.com says
Aww thanks mom! So glad you enjoyed the post.
Dina says
Beautiful…
thegingerlifeblog@gmail.com says
Thanks Dina!