i have this thing about people touching me. shortly after we announced that we were expecting, hubbie's great-uncle warned me that my belly would be up for grabs. literally. this wasn't a surprise to me, but his remark reminded me that random hands would be there. touching me. without permission. gah!
at the beach house this weekend, my SIL and MIL broke down the barrier. i have to admit it felt weird at first, but i can understand the appeal. maybe. sort of.
i guess "hands off the preggo, please" is frowned upon these days, huh?
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