Delicate

Somedays I feel as if I'm made of glass, that the slightest misdirected word will cause me to shatter. Pregnancy for me feels such a delicate state of being my tough outer layer feels stripped away and my whole life feels exposed to the world. The more my growing belly protrudes the more people feel they can touch and feel me, prod me and ask me peronal quesions. For loved friends and family I don't mind, but for others I struggle to not tell them to piss off and mind their own business.

It's hard to express how personal and private this whole advenure feels, and I wonder if i will ever get used to being able to share it with others. Maybe one day.