Finally! Someone is coming forward and raving about the beauteousness of a pregnant partner! In an interview on "Live with Regis and Kelly" Liev Schreiber reported that he found his girlfriend's "bump" sexy. Some people absolutely despise the term "bump" and I can't say that I entirely blame them. It is reductive and food-like and disturbing. Nevertheless, I'm so happy to hear a someone (anyone) raving about the sexiness of a pregnant woman that I'm willing to overlook a verbal misstep or seven.
I didn't find pregnancy sexy or amusing at all. Nor did I feel particularly hot and ripe and juicy. On the contrary. However, I would have appreciated someone telling me nonstop adoring lies just to get through. And yes I'm vain. And yes I hated pregnancy largely due to how I looked. But I also hated how I felt. My body, previously a friendly plaything, became a circus side-show of horrors where the mirrors never returned to normal, even after I left the tent.
But Naomi, you golden-haired goddess. If I'd been pregnant in a similarly doe-eyed, thin-faced, pregnancy-dust manner, manifesting your "bump" only in expensive Pea in the Pod swathed mini-belly, instead of the tent-like Target muumuus normal gals like me sport, I'd have loved every bloody minute of it. Especially of I got to come home (all 110 pounds of me) to Liev Schrieber at night.
