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[TM] 340 - For sale or rent... rooms to let, 50 cent...
Exhaling, her head tilted in the mirror. Staring back at her reflection she was trying not to notice the ginormous size she'd grown to. Baby bump to baby basketball and now, now she was pretty sure it was baby planet. She was half expecting small specs of dust to start using her as their own center of gravity. The good thing about the entire thing ( Read more... ) -
[TM] 339 - What's your favorite sport?
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[TM] 338 - Nicknames
Her father could've come up with at least a dozen ridiculous pet names for her. Just looking at her, as a child, she should've inspired three on the very brightness of her eyes and the way her cheeks came up when she grinned. The hyperactivity that kept her going from morning until noon until night, that, maybe, just once, might have given her a ( Read more... ) -
[TM] 328 - Revolution
She always had to pee. Always might've been an overstatement, but in her mind it felt like a constant thing. The baby would shift, a foot pressed into her organs the right way and suddenly she had to pee again. Maybe it was her gallbladder or her bladder itself, but she had resigned herself to the front room by this point. The smaller bathroom was ( Read more... ) -
[22 weeks] it's official
It's official, I can now call it the baby basketball, because it's not anywhere near a 'bump' anymore.
Also, there are some serious problems with my body. I'm sure it's all perfectly normal. The doctor tells me that it is. I just don't believe this can be normal.
On any level.
( Maybe not Basketball... but I don't know sports )
