Strangers behaving well

I’d heard about this crazy phenomenon. Turns out, the rumors are true. People ARE nicer to pregnant women.

Strangers smile at me. Cars wait until after the light has turned green even if I haven’t finished crossing the street yet.

And I’ve just entered  the phase where strange women in public places start talking to me or just yelling encouragement. On a Sunday morning walk, a lovely lady called to me from halfway across the street. “Hey mama,” she yelled, “you getting ready for baby? Good for you!”

Look but don't touch

I’ve heard the touching phase  may also start soon as I show more. Not dirty inappropriate touching, but strangers caressing my belly. I’m not so keen on that.

When my husband rubs the belly, I find it comforting. Soothing, even. I don’t have a problem with friends rubbing the Buddha belly either. But strangers all up in my business? No thanks.

I know I’m not alone in this. A Google search uncovered lots of don’t-touch-my-belly venting by others. It’s all just very new to me as I enter the depths of my third trimester with my first. At least I don’t have strangers talking baby talk to me, like this Babble blogger!

Maybe I’ll make a T-shirt: Look but Don’t Touch.

And on the back, I’ll put: But You Should Still Be Nice.