We went to the bar last night. Yes, I’m horrible. I took my unborn child to a bar. I didn’t drink. I was the usual DD and I got all my 7Ups for free! Everyone was all over my belly, touching and wanting to feel Keelyn kick. The drunker they got the more they wanted to feel her. My best friend and god mother to my child kept putting her ear my belly. (I’m still not quite sure what she expected to hear?)
But good lord I wanted a drink so bad. We were at an English pub and they bought a round of whiskey shots and it smelled SO good. I wanted a Pimm’s and Lemonade so bad I could taste it. But I sat. Talking with drunk people, sipping my 7up and switching to water. It’s so funny, even though the line to the women’s bathroom was a mile long, if you’re pregnant EVERYONE lets you go first. I had no wait in the pee line. And people always stop and open doors for you, or give you lots of room to pass through, I kind of like it now that my belly is showing. Before I’d get annoyed when people were rude because dammit, they should KNOW I’m pregnant.
But what I loved was being out really hit home how bonded I am with my belly and the little person growing inside. Whenever anyone would walk by and be too close my first reaction and instinct was to guard my belly. My hands and arms automatically hugged her and when I was sitting and Keelyn would be kicking or moving around due to all the noise I’d rub my belly and she’d stop. Although all the noise really got her going and when we got home she kicked me the rest of the night as if to say “gee thanks for making me hang out with crazy people!”
