Everywhere I go I see beautiful Bumps:
Turning the pram into an aisle in Waitrose *BAM!* (don’t worry – I didn’t bash into her) there’s a Bump…
Swimming in the local open air pool *BAM!* another…
Taking a stroll in the sunshine *BAM!* Bump, ahoy!
I always smile at these ladies (and usually receive an odd look back – especially if I don’t have Busby with me… “Uh-oh! It’s that crazy, smiling woman again!”) as I think they look so beautiful. I miss having my Bump! Even the times when I felt huge, or earlier on in my pregnancy when I just looked like I’d had a big lunch and felt very self-conscious. Oh, and yes, even the turtle-stuck-on-its-back look. I miss that.
I wish more people had come up to me when I was pregnant, especially on the days when I felt like a whale, and told me that I was beautiful. It did happen. Usually on the bus or waiting for the bus. Lots of smiles and “congratulations, you’re blooming!”; kind words bestowed upon Grape and I. Luckily I never experienced stroking though… I draw the line at stranger-Bump touching.
Anyway, Readers I would like to set you a mini-challenge if you’ll oblige? If you see a pregnant lady out and about, tell her she looks beautiful. She may give you an odd look, and I definitely wouldn’t approach a pregnant lady who looks like she might whack you, but if you see a pregnant lady who looks stable and in need of a boost, please let her know she’s amazing.
Because, when you think about it, carrying a child, growing a baby inside of you, really is the most amazing, freaky, fantastic thing in the world, and we deserve all the love, support and kind words we can get.
ps. Yes, I am horrendously broody. Still. What the hell is wrong with me??