I feel not huge today. Less pregnant. Not in a worrisome way, the baby is still his usually active self, (He recently found my left hip bone and likes punching it. Having your bones punched from the inside is freaking weird) but I am no longer wallowing and moaning and rolling and whining. I have spent a good chunk of my day admiring my belly in the mirror and thinking what a shame it is it’s too cold to wear cute maternity clothes. I even looked at my new Victoria’s Secret catalog without any thoughts of arson.

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