How is it that I now resemble a she-squirrel that has hidden all the winter nuts in her cheeks? All of a sudden it seems, my face has bloated; I am chubbier in my appearance than when I was a tween; all I see when looking in the mirror is CIRCLES: two round boobs, a spherical belly and twin balls either side of my cake-hole (which by the way, is forever being stuffed with food/treats/biscuits/sweets, such a hunger I am experiencing now that I have reached my final weeks of pregnancy.)
There is an upside to it all, however. The first is that I have come over all glowy since becoming pregnant, and I would like to think that I look more content than ever before. Next, not a zit in sight. Not one blemish. Yay! Thank you Good Pregnancy Hormones.
Seahorse, I know you are toiling away inside of me, busy getting big. And I am here to let you know that I, too, grow big, for you! A fat-faced mumma-bear awaits your arrival; but don’t come on the earlier flight. I still have some eating to do. For two!