I hit 30 weeks in a couple of days, I am obviously showing these days. The best part of it is that people are so sweet to me when they realize. If I am in black with a jacket it is not always 100% obvious, but if I am in pastel or stripes, or viewed from the side… WHOA MAMA!!!
Kindness is adorable, people will stare and have the sweetest smiles. The other night in a pub an older gentleman walked up to me to tell me how beautiful I am. At the ashram last week a tall, thin yogini complimented me on my shape. With our not-so-distant past ice on the streets my male bachelor friends were quick to offer arms to escort and help me balance when I walked around. All of it is very endearing.
My midwife says that people love life, no matter how cynical and closed-off they can be. This really is part of the “walking blessing” part of being pregnant. I am relishing it.
I remember that. I've heard some people say they didn't like strangers touching their bellies and making comments and really I was the opposite. I loved the attention, not for attention sake, but because I too was so excited about the little baby growing inside me. Only ten more week! Good luck to you!