Up here, Michael.


No one looks at my face anymore. And no, they aren’t looking at my boobs. People are just always staring at my stomach. Like mentally measuring it from the last time I saw them. Trying to see if they can spot a bump. Or a bigger bump. Maybe it’s because people don’t feel comfortable just going right in there for the belly rub. Or maybe they just like checking out my bod. Either way, I feel like I am on display. It makes me self conscious about everything I wear all the time. I have gotten into a bad habit of wearing a lot of baggy dresses which are as flattering as a pillow case. But that way, I don’t bring so much attention to my body and instead people talk to me like a human, rather than a host for a fetus parasite. A cute fetus parasite but still. Mama does not like.


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