I’m 5 months pregnant but I don’t look it. I’m in a weird inbetween stage where I can still be mistaken for fat. I’m embracing it though; at least I can still fit into some of my pre pregnancy clothes--snugly–but they fit. Who would’ve thought that I wouldn’t be all over the place already. One of my biggest fears during this whole pregnancy thing was blowing up boyond recognition…obviously that isnt the case (yet).
Me: “I’m not complaining but…why couldn’t I have one of those cute basketball bellies? I know, I have serious belly envy right now.”
God: “I blessed you with African genes; pretty brown skin, high cheek bones, and a beautiful shape, basketball bellies aren’t one of them.”