So, I know I should be all la, la, la, I love being round and fruitful...but frankly, I'm distracted by the jello jiggle in my pants, in my shirt, on my back, yeah...everywhere. These thighs are rubbing together in a whole new way. My pregnancy wonderment looks something like this:
Me: Aw...I love my round baby belly. I love my babies. Wait? What's that sound? Oh, it's the sound of my pants ripping. It's the sound of the Earth crying under my feet. Crap.
I have developed muffin tops all over my body. In fact, B pointed to my shirt the other day and said, "Uh...what is that? I think you need new clothes."
I feel like this would be a whole different ballgame were I about to burst forth 2 bouncing babes into the world. Instead, I am halfway there. YAY! HALFWAY THERE! And...Yikes! Halfway there? How big is this 5'2" body going to get? It's time for an intervention. Walking? Swimming? Yoga? I'm there.
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