Am I weird because I don’t mind people touching my belly? Probably. That’s okay, I’m usually the weird girl in a room anyway.

I was about 18 weeks along when a coworker asked me an off-hand question: “So, have lots of people been groping your belly?”

My face lit up, and I took three quick steps toward her. “No, they haven’t! Do you want to?”  I even stuck my belly out a little by way of invitation.

Since I first got pregnant, I’d been warned about the belly-grabbers. “Don’t be afraid to tell them to ‘F’ right off!” people would tell me. “Don’t let anyone touch you without your permission,” they’d warn.

But I never really understood, pre-pregnancy, why I would be angry at people touching my belly. I couldn’t wait to have a pregnant belly! And I was pretty sure I’d want everybody to touch it!

However, given the number of women who warned me how much I’d hate it, I figured that it was one of those things that would only come with time. I assumed that like giant milk boobs, this was something that would only occur when my pregnancy got going in earnest.

Fast forward to now: I’m almost 21 weeks pregnant, and finally looking like I’m actually pregnant. But I still can’t conjure up an ounce of irritation or even negativity toward belly-grabbers.  I’m not a close talker, or a Grabby Grant-type, but I am a fan of snuggles and affection. Hugs, even from strangers (for the right reasons), are pretty awesome in my book.

Here’s the poetic justice in this situation:  nobody seems to want to touch my belly!  I’m just itching for people to rub my bump like it’s a lucky troll or a Buddha statue, but there are no takers. Hell, even my husband has to be told when to touch my belly, because he wouldn’t likely do it on his own.

I must be putting off a “don’t touch my belly” vibe.  Any idea how to fix that?

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