Apparently not only am I pregnant, but I also LOOK pregnant. My strawberry sized baby isn’t actually showing yet, but I’m too nauseous to hold in my bloated gut anymore. So I was the unwilling recipient of more than one belly touches and “Oh are you pregnant?” questions yesterday at church. I may as well enjoy it.
Pregnancy “glow” is nothing more than a combination of sweat and drool.
In Uganda, mothers with big bellies are considered attractive. I want to move to Uganda.