This is all based on conjecture and projection. I'll never be pregnant. Haven't been pregnant. Not at all qualified to comment on pregnancy.
But I do understand what it is like to be so consumed and swept up in something good that the normal social considerations lose their hold: like being in love or in the throes of a fulfilling new passion.
A woman just walked into my beloved third place coffee shop, her jeans fully unzipped and shirt rolled halfway up, showcasing and baring her enormous, bulging, definitely pregnant gleaming stomach.
It was both jarring and heart-warming.
Maybe she's feeling liberated. Or incredibly uncomfortable. Maybe she's feeling like she doesn't have a choice: needs to let things breathe. Maybe she's not thinking about it at allājust being so super real to herself and her moment that everything else has just faded into the background.
Anyway: thumbs up to being super real to yourself, however it comes.