Touching the bump

Couple of things on my mind....

One - I'm more forgetful these days. This must be the pregnancy brain that people tell me about. Last week at work I completely spaced and missed a conference call that I SET UP. thankfully my boss was way cool about it and didn't reprimand me. Then, this weekend, I was all excited to go to the Liberty Humane Society's annual fundraiser at Liberty State Park - Bark in the Park. C and I got up, showered, dressed, went - on Sat afternoon. Arrive at the park, see no dogs, no signs, nothing that looks event-like. We ask a couple of people about it, who think we are insane. I call the shelter - the event is Sunday. DUH.

We ended up going to the event yesterday after all, which made me happy. C was a sport, since he knew I wanted to go and I knew he really didn't want to have to go...AGAIN. But we went, and had a nice time. Weather was perfect, lots of adorable big dogs and puppies up for adoption. I got my fix of petting and loving on them.

In the parking lot on the way to the event, we ran into our neighbor, Kristen, who volunteers at the shelter. She was with her friend, who was asking about my pregnancy. I was happy to answer all her questions when she just casually put her hand on my belly. I tried to ignore it, but two seconds later she did it again. I just met this woman. She did not ask if she could touch me. I felt weird. If it hadn't been that she was a friend of my neighbor, I am pretty sure I would have said something like, "um, excuse me, but I don't enjoy random people touching my stomach."

I guess I should count myself lucky that I have made it to 6 months without having anyone do that (without asking and who isn't someone I know). It's weird.

An aside: I'm still nauseous a lot. Yesterday was no exception. The road to Liberty State Park is cobblestone. Driving on that, combined with a rancid fart from my sweet husband, actually made me puke. Thank god I had a barf bag handy. That's right, people. C's fart made me lose my lunch.