When I was a child, I HATED being stared at. Loathed it. My sisters will read that and smile - God I hated when people used to stare at me. It wouldn't happen often, and would usually be some kid my own age, just staring me out in a shopping centre or something for the hell of it. Well, I still hate it. And now, the combination of a third trimester belly, coupled with a hormonal head ..... today I got more starers, commenters, and BELLY TOUCHERS than I can believe. I behaved myself, though. Barely.
I walk in to the post office this morning and the chick behind the counter goes "Ooooooh, haven't you popped out!!" - in front of the whole queue, who then all turned to stare at me. I wanted to say to her "So's your face." But I just smiled sweetly.
A woman I hardly even know walked up to me in a cafe and greets me with "Well hello, fatty." Again, the 'so's your face' crossed my mind but I answered her silly questions with grace.
A woman I DON'T EVEN KNOW ...... a STRANGER, touched my belly in the street!! Grabbed my pregnant tummy and HELD it, for fucks sake. Asking me is it a boy or a girl. She knew she'd overstepped the line though - my fuck off vibes were strong enough to wilt some nearby flowers.