I was laying here this evening wondering if I should allow myself to doze off and thinking about what to write tonight. I started thinking about how happy I am. Really and truly happy. I was thinking about how much I love this baby already. It's a bigger love than I've ever felt before. Already and it's still so small and inside me. Well, there I was dozy and feeling so content....without even realizing it, my hand moved to my belly and... yes, friends, I started rubbing.
I have become that which I once disdained.
A belly rubber.
I'm going to try very hard to keep my belly rubbing private. I remember the emotions belly rubbers created for me when things seemed bleak. And of course it would make me look crazy since I don't look pregnant, just fat.
I thought I'd never become this....a happy, content, sleepy, belly rubber.