The title of this blog is a line from the Black Eyed Peas song called "My Humps" where basically they sing about the girl's "hump" and "lumps" on her body. While I am sort of ashamed I actually know this song, nonetheless, I couldn't help but think of it as I walked through the door of a restaurant this week, at the same time someone was coming out, and when they saw my "hump" they said, "oh, whoa, sorry". Not sorry I was pregnant...sorry they almost ran into my massive hump.
I have often wondered what it must be like to be one of those women who complains because people only stare at her body. I have never had to say to someone, "Hey...I have a face you know." Or anything of the sort. I simply cannot relate to people, or men especially, checking out...as Fergie puts it..."my lovely lady lumps".
But that has all changed. My hump is pretty much the first thing people notice about me now. I never thought I would even remotely be able to relate to people's eyes wondering away from my face until I got my hump.
Some people just out right stare at it. And some say thinks like "whoa" when they almost run into it...or if they haven't seen me in a while and can't believe it's bigger. Even little kids can't help but notice. I was in a restroom the other day and a mother with two little girls was in there. As I was walking out one little girl said, "I think she's having a baby". Some people try to be a little more nonchalant about it. I see people trying to glance down without me seeing. I just want to turn and say, "it's okay...look at it...there is something amazing in there."
My "hump" has this precious life moving around inside, and
therefore I am not quite as appalled that people are obsessed with it. In fact, it is the only time I won't be offended if people can't stop staring at my belly. After the baby is born...I will feel totally different. But for now...go ahead. Stare. That hump is my joy...or more so what is causing that hump is my joy!
