My belly is starting to poke out from under my t-shirts if I am not vigilant.... Little princess is frequently most concerned.... "Rhianon, Rhianon... your baby is falling out!" she cries in consternation...as she firmly pulls my pants up and my t-shirt down back into place....
Now if only it was so easy to get the baby's feet OFF my bladder... and her dear head OUT of my diaphragm.... the constant heartburn and trips to the toilet are starting to wear me down....
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