My body has reached cartoonish proportions, and my wardrobe is limited to about 4 outfits...one of which is packed in "the suitcase." While, there's no denying I'm pregnant, I'm finding it harder to believe that I'm really going to have a baby. After several weekly internal exams, and no physical signs of impending labor, it's almost easier to believe the Bean has decided not to be born, and to just live out a peaceful existence where he is.
And really, can you blame him?
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