Remember Me?

28 weeks

As my bump gets bigger (I'm now 28 weeks), I have had to get used to being upstaged by my own body. It reminds me of my wedding day when new husband and I were totally upstaged by a family of elephants during the official photos. Everybody stood dutifully around watching the photography, until some bright spark came down and told them that there was a family of elephants crossing the river in front of the lodge. You've never seen a place empty so fast. All that were left were me, new husband, the photographer and a plethora of abandoned G&Ts on the lawn.

Anyway, I digress. Back to the bump. Visitors, family mostly, fly immediately to the bump and engage in a meaningful but alas, totally one-sided, conversation. Then they prod, blow raspberries, kiss, stroke, and rub the bump. BabyG on the other hand, as readers of previous blogs will know, ignores them completely.

The thing is, to me this is still just my stomach. Albeit my stomach with something the size of a beach ball in it. I doubt anyone would have entertained the thought of blowing raspberries or kissing my stomach beforehand. And what's with the rubbing? Do they think there's a genie in there or something?
I stand and smile indulgently at this carry on, but sometimes I feel like saying, "Hi, remember me? I used to be somebody."