The sun starts coming in through the
window and I can hear the local dogs start to make a fuss. Time to
get up, I suppose. With a groan, I sit myself up, my belly jiggling a
bit as I move. I give it a rub as I look past my thin curtains, made
from old bedsheets, to see that the sky was nice and blue, with some
clouds for shade. A good day, but one that was going to be mighty
busy.
I stand up, walking across the wood
floors to the mirror on the side, checking my face and body to make
sure no bugs
The Good, The Bad and The Not-Pregnant
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