Redemption

Ok, in an effort to redeem my slacker self to the human race, I've officially posted several comments on MR's blog today, AND at least twice during lunch I asked Jen if I could touch her stomach and talk to the baby*. Heh. That's what friends are for, right?

Seriously folks, if you're not genetically linked to the baby, don't ask to touch the stomach. If you are genetically linked but weren't actually involved in the conception, ask before touching. I've never been preggers, but I know this much. If the mom is only a few weeks along and nowhere near close to showing yet, there's nothing to feel. Seriously. On behalf of all the pregnant people I know right know, especially BFF Jen who is already dealing with these people, leave the mother alone. If you don't she may very well bite you or cry at you, depending on the current circulation of hormones.

*For the record, I had no intention of mentioning Jen's little blob of baby joy until she did, but since she mentioned it over at MR's I figured it was safe. Could I be any more excited? Probably not. I'm totally pumped over little Baby Susan or Baby Casper.