So I’m reading Watchmen and a TA comes in and notes that I’m “educating my child” but that, that isn’t very good for him. Yeah? Well later, how ’bout I set him down to some Commando followed up by gay porn and then put on a soundtrack of nothing but screams and guns? Don’t tell me that reading a graphic novel that includes blood isn’t good for my child. He’s fine; trust me. We listen to relaxing yoga music all the time together. My little yoga baby.
I’m a little tired of everyone thinking they know what’s best for my unborn child. All the books warned me of this sentiment but I blew it off, thinking that no one in their right mind would tell me how I “should” raise my kid. Turns out, EVERYone thinks they know how to be a parent! If it’s ok, I think I’ll pass on your advice, thankyouverymuch.
Have strangers touched your belly? That would freak me out just as much as them judging my actions.
No one has just reached out to touch it, no. Some random people have asked if they can and depending on who it was, I denied them. Personally, I don’t go around yearning to touch other people.