Please, do not touch the belly.

Tomorrow marks week 24, which means I have 16 weeks to go to the magic 40 and then I can forget all about everything that has happened since oh, January 28 or so. This morning I was sick again, so whoever it was who said the morning sickness is over by 20 weeks is a big fat liar.

Anyway, now that my wardrobe is somewhat limited, the belly is starting to bulge a little. Some ladies look like this all the time, but I'm getting used to being slightly larger. At first I tried wearing big shirts but Clint said I just looked fat. So now, in order to avoid just looking plump, I've started to wear things like comfy form-fitting cotton t-shirts and yoga pants. The only problem with this is that people think it's an invitation to touch me.

Let me say this: Generally, I don't mind being touched. In fact, I like hugs and I am usually ok being corrected if I'm lifting weights or giving people high-5s as I run past them in a big race. HOWEVER, I am not a human version of "Pat the Bunny" and do not need any extra paws touching me, especially if I don't know them or if they haven't asked. What happened to personal space? What compels people to reach out to touch a swollen belly? I don't understand! Don't these people have manners? It's only happened twice, but I'm done with it. I can rub my own belly, thank you very much.

I've decided that from now on, I'm flat out refusing to cooperate. Baby Rockwell is gonna get plenty of lovin' and doesn't need any extra helping hands.