I said it. It’s out now.
Cannot take it back.
I have contracted an illness that has no cure. I’ll just have to wait out the effects.
Women who transition from permed or relaxed hair back to their natural hair have a similar ailment that strikes them once their new growth comes in. It’s called HIF disease. Hand In Fro.
I’ve contracted HOB disease. Hand On Belly.
Seriously, I cannot stop rubbing this beach ball of mine!
It’s a sickness.
I’m ’bout to rub the skin clean off!
All of the guys in my office have “caught” me at some point just sitting at my desk looking down and rubbing my bump. I quickly straighten up and start to look busy, as if I was caught doing something really bad. And they quickly look away like that too! Ha!! (I’m gunna need these guys to start taking heavier steps so I can hear them coming!)
At home, I realize I’ve turned into an Al Bundy-esque character, whenever sitting or laying down, but instead of wedging my hands in my pants they automatically go to the belly and gets ta rubbin.’
I love to just rub and rub, whether Embry’s active or not. And I do it not even realize I’m doing it sometimes too. It’s compulsive.
But seeing as I’ve gone from this:
With way more to go!
I feel like, how could I not rub?! It’s like a magical hand magnet that represents the miracle this universe is and everything good in my world right now.
I’ve got HOB, and I like it!!
What is it about a pregnant belly that makes it a hand magnet?