Rub my Belly!

So, the story begins pre-conception. I signed up to do a half marathon with John at the Outer Banks almost right before I found out I was pregnant. After I found out, I knew I would have to eat the cost of the race and just cheer on John. Well, plans kinda changed for the both of us. The day before the race, I actually contemplated walking the 13.1 miles. That should be do-able, right? John felt like I could do it, but I was not in shape for it. I wavered between definitely no and "I should take advantage of the opportunity". The thing that sealed the deal was that another girl we were staying with decided to walk it with me. The gauntlet was thrown and I was going to do it. Besides, they offered free transportation to the finish if you decided to finish early. I would definitely take advantage of that if I felt I could not go on or Olivia was getting mad at me. (She tends to push really hard on my belly when I am overdoing it.)
Four and one half hours later...I crossed the finish line. Let me tell you, it was great to do it and not give up, but four and a half hours is too long to walk...period. Parts of my legs are STILL sore. Never will I walk that much again in one go...pregnant or not. I did see way too many port-o-potties for one day too. Ick. But, I got a medal....a participation medal, but a medal.
The other thing that changes was John decided to run the full marathon instead of the half. The full runners started 20 minutes after the half people started and John caught up to me at about mile 21 (mile 8 for me). It was great to be able to participate in the race AND cheer on my hubby. (Who finished 2nd in his age group AND qualified for Boston with a finish time of 3:11:51) Way to go! I think I also deserve some props for doing it 23 weeks pregnant...
So my new thing is to have John rub my belly for luck. I am sure it's not original, but it's funny. That day, it finally paid off. BUT, Olivia is still hiding from John as far as letting him feel her move. I swear she is doing kung fu in my belly and then I have John put his hand on my belly and...nothing. I wish I could will her to perform for daddy, but that doesn't seem to work.
So, we're on our way home from the Outer Banks and after going through security I get stopped by a security person and she wants to feel my belly. In case Olivia was contraband or something. I think she abused her position to cop a feel of the belly, but, I am fine with that. I hear it's common for strangers to want to feel you up. I am still trying to decide if that will freak me out or not. I guess it depends on how crazy they look. ;-) I mean, I could not keep my hands off my friends' and sister's belly when they were pregnant, and, now myself, so, I guess I can sympathise.