On bump pet peeves and my hopes that people don't treat me like Buddha.
So at first I didn’t think I had grown much at all until I realize that to one extent or another I show regardless of what I am wearing…
I don’t know if my subconscious is being hung up on semantics but I seem to respond a lot nicer to “you have a bump!” than when I am told “wow, you’re really showing!”, it’s not a conscious thing, it just happens.
What I find interesting is how I suddenly have so many relatives and friends that are pregnant. My oldest sister, my sister in law, several Miami friends, several Pagan friends, even midwives… is this the year of the baby?
I remember when I was single in Miami I only knew one pregnant woman at a time at the most, it just goes to show that just as the bump evolves so does life and the people around us.
And even though I’ve never watched the TV show Keeping up with the Kardashians, I can only hope that I’m half as cool in labor as Kourtney was. I didn’t (and probably never will) watch the whole episode, but I smiled at the clip of her water breaking. When do you ever see that televised beyond the ridiculous images of actors having a gallon of water dumped between their legs, then instantly doubling over with contractions and being rushed to the delivery room on a gurney?