I have a question for you all.... My MIL touched my stomach the other day and I flipped out. I was SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this, maybe because I'm still pretty early, maybe because our relationship already isn't the best, but it made me realize I'm likely not going to be okay with people touching my stomach at ALL this pregnancy.
What do you all do about this? Do you scold people, or suck it up when they go to do this? I assume it's different with family vs. strangers.
I have a question for you all.... My MIL touched my stomach the other day and I flipped out. I was SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this, maybe because I'm still pretty early, maybe because our relationship already isn't the best, but it made me realize I'm likely not going to be okay with people touching my stomach at ALL this pregnancy.
What do you all do about this? Do you scold people, or suck it up when they go to do this? I assume it's different with family vs. strangers.
I had someone at work do this to me (an older man) and I put my hand on his stomach in response which pretty quickly illustrated why it was completely inappropriate (he awkwardly chuckled and said "message received!" lol).
I think stepping back away from their reach would have the same effect.
I have a question for you all.... My MIL touched my stomach the other day and I flipped out. I was SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this, maybe because I'm still pretty early, maybe because our relationship already isn't the best, but it made me realize I'm likely not going to be okay with people touching my stomach at ALL this pregnancy.
What do you all do about this? Do you scold people, or suck it up when they go to do this? I assume it's different with family vs. strangers.
The few times this has happened to me so far, I must have flinched involuntarily. Whoever it is has always looked up at me, stopped before they actually touched me, taken a step back, and then asked permission. I'm kind of amazed that I have yet to have someone get all the way to touching me before realizing how inappropriate that is (knock on wood).
The few times this has happened to me so far, I must have flinched involuntarily. Whoever it is has always looked up at me, stopped before they actually touched me, taken a step back, and then asked permission. I'm kind of amazed that I have yet to have someone get all the way to touching me before realizing how inappropriate that is (knock on wood).
Eeew. Is this what I have to look forward to? I'm pretty sure my face will scare them away if they even come close to me. My BFF insisted on touching it, but, well she's pretty much the only person allowed. It wouldn't even dawn on me to touch someone's belly.
If it makes you feel better, I haven't had any strangers attempt to touch me (again, knock on wood).
I have a question for you all.... My MIL touched my stomach the other day and I flipped out. I was SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this, maybe because I'm still pretty early, maybe because our relationship already isn't the best, but it made me realize I'm likely not going to be okay with people touching my stomach at ALL this pregnancy.
What do you all do about this? Do you scold people, or suck it up when they go to do this? I assume it's different with family vs. strangers.
I have scolded before, my MIL in particular. And I have had strangers touching my belly too. Everyone wants to touch mine for some reason.
Post by cherryvalance on Dec 5, 2018 20:30:40 GMT -5
woowoo, no one ever tried to touch me, either. I'm sure it's my face . A couple of coworkers who are more touchy-feely even asked if they could hug me when congratulating me, and they're total grabbers, so I think people got the message.
As a tangent to hamster's ridiculousness (wtf, mom?!), it seems to me that everyone is WAY more charmed that I'm having a girl this time. People were nice last time, but I feel like the tone is different with the whole, OH A LITTLE GIRL OMG. I'm not sure if it's a one-of-each thing, which people also comment on, or if everyone expects you to want a girl, but ugh.
Some cashier was all, "How sweet that you have an older boy to protect her." Lol, trust me, any kid I raise will be juuuust fine, lady.
I WISH I had an RBF, instead I somehow have people talk to me about random shit literally everywhere I go. I'll come out of restaurant bathroom knowing some random lady is on her way to watch her granddaughter while her DIL has surgery, or how the the guy behind me at Publix hates cilantro but his wife loves it and is always cooking with it. This is just in the last two days. Literally this happens to me ALL. THE. TIME. and it drives me (and my husband) batty. So yeah, I'm quite certain people will be trying to touch me or at least commenting on me and there is a 29% chance I'll break their hand.
I'm just proud I didn't make some snarky comment to my MIL about not being surprised she doesn't understand the meaning of consent given who she's voted for.
Also my husband is under strict instructions that if anyone asks him if I'm breast feeding that he politely tell them it's rude to ask about his wife's breasts. I've already had to people ask me this. Questions about my breasts. People are whack.
woowoo - I’ve had a lot of strangers start conversations with me, for sure. Just the other day, a woman in the check out line started talking to me about how her daughter and three of her co-workers are all due in March and how crazy it is that so many people are having babies at the same time and it’s her first grandkid and babies are so exciting. I think she thought I was due in March, too, because she asked me when I was due and then seemed shocked when I answered.
I’m going to choose to take it as a compliment that strangers keep telling me how tiny I am and how they can’t believe I’m as far along as I am.
If you guys think people talk to you a lot now, just wait until the baby is born! My kid is a damn liability! I cant go anywhere without someone talking to me about him.
If you guys think people talk to you a lot now, just wait until the baby is born! My kid is a damn liability! I cant go anywhere without someone talking to me about him.
Oh dear. I'm never going to be on time for anything.