With all the comments I've been getting lately it's going to be an interesting four (or more) weeks. That's okay though, I like people and I like talking with them.
There's nothing like a big preggo belly to start a conversation, seriously it's better than a puppy! I think I have spoken with more strangers in the last week than I have in the whole last year, probably.
So all the, "Wow, you're prospering nicely!" (?!?)
and "You look ready to pop!"s
(that mostly I hear at church)
I can just smile benignly at because a very hipster mom told me I 'look beautiful' across the grocery store parking lot the other day
and the admissions woman told me I 'look wonderful' at the leisure center
(on a different day!)
and picking up big E from school the Grandma gave me a crinkle eyed smile with a little tummy rub while the library lady walked passed smiling with all her might
and the new big scary neighbor towards whom I have been directing unkind thoughts because all of his non-parking-spot-respecting-friends turned out to be friendly and nice and talked to little E about the baby
and the Chinese lady who can tell it's a boy by the shape of my stomach.
and the approval I feel emanating from groups of middle eastern men
(it's the same way Italian men look at you just for being alive and a woman, it is good)
Also because I made friends with another Muslim woman this afternoon which I love so much and can't explain but I think partly it's because we feel a kinship in each other through our much reproductiveness.
(also my Honey says I look like them)
And while I can hear the parents who are watching swimming lessons wonder how far along I am (almost as if it's an affront to them that I...what? Haven't announced it over the pa system for their benefit, have allowed my stomach to get to this size, which is exactly the size it is supposed to be, btw)
I feel dang good in my swimsuit!
(don't they wish they looked this good)
(I only thought that once)
I really like my pregnant shape,
I like my curves,
I love my belly and what it signifies, what it holds.
So I will keep on enjoying these next few weeks of friendly, interesting and amusing exchanges.
I will laugh about how odd it is that's it's socially acceptable for anyone and everyone to comment on a woman's pregnant belly but we generally don't make any comment on other physical features of people we don't know well, or at all.
('Wow sir, you've really got a large stomach there, how long has it been like that?)
I will only sigh about how I get much friendlier looks from multigenerational Canadians when I am alone or have only one child in tow instead of two.
I like feeling special,
being pregnant is special.
I am savoring it
and enjoying all the interactions it brings.
I am soaking it up and it will help tide me over in a few months when I am just another tired, flabby mom of three (gasp) who does not look special at all.
But I will try to still feel it.