In a mood today.

I'm in a mood today. Tough loss yesterday after I made a big stink about the dimensions of the field. I don't think it's too much to ask that we measure the lines. Whatever.

I got to thinking. Had a difficult situation come up with a close friend. We were out celebrating Courtney's bachelorette...when the stomach touching started. I completely understand that people have MAJOR boundary issues when it comes to pregnant ladies. They want to poke and prod and feel a kick or something- everyone is happy about a baby- who wouldn't be?

But I've dealt with touching issues all my whole life. I don't really like to be touched when it's uninvited. There's often an awkward pause when I meet someone or see them for a second or third time- no need to shake hands or to hug, buddy- no offense, pal, but I don't know you. (I also didn't follow you into the bathroom the last time you used it- how do I know you washed your paws?)

Hand holding is difficult for me because I'm self-conscious of my SUPER sweaty hands.

Hugging is an extremely intimate thing for me- two bodies pressing against each other? It can lead to other things. I save my touching for special occasions. Also- I don't give dead fish hugs. I like to wrap it up when the time calls for it and that's a special gesture for me- I don't like to throw my hugs around. It cheapens them.

I never used to hug my college friends- didn't need to- I used to see them every day. Now when I see them, it's special- we live in four different states and probably only get to see each other twice a year so we hug (and it surprises them every time I reach out.)

I like to hug my husband. He knows about my touching issues so it even weirds him out when I lay in for a two minute kitchen slow dance.

I'm 12 weeks today and I'm slowly starting to feel the effects of a growing mid section. To the unaware and untrained eye though, I'm just putting on a few pounds- three to be exact. But despite the weight gain, anything visible in the stomach region is not baby. It's cheeseburgers...or the extra desserts I've been eating in place of the case of beer I'd drink in a week. Baby is still safely resting in my pelvis.

When Fancy is doing the backstroke on a regular basis and I actually look pregnant, I promise- I'll let bystanders -and maybe even strangers when the mood strikes- touch.

Until then, a word to the wise: please don't touch my belly- and certainly not until permission is granted. It makes me really uncomfortable. And not very sexy.