My husband rubs my belly

When we were dating, Mark and I used to watch TV together in my bedroom at my parents’ house. My bed was the long way against the wall, and the TV was on the wall across the way. So he would lay next to the wall, and I would lay in front, and he would put his arm around me. He said it was to make sure I didn’t fall off the bed, but it was also nice and comfortable. And it made me feel closer to him than just sitting next to him.

I have a little bit of a belly, I admit it. It’s a combination of DNA and lack of exercise, the second of which I really need to work on. But Mark would rub my belly while we watched TV. For both of us, it was like looking into the future when I’m pregnant, and I know he’ll be rubbing my belly even more then.

We don’t have children yet, but we already love the ones we are going to have. And since women are born with all the eggs they are ever going to get, technically I have half of each future child in me already. Pregnant women rub their bellies and talk to their future children. It’s kind of like that. Except I don’t talk to my eggs… usually.

Am I the biggest freak on the planet, or is this normal? I don’t know, I just know that when we do have kids they are going to be so, so very loved.