You, struggling to even keep pacing the room you’re so pregnant. Hips hurting. Tits painfully engorged and weeping hot milk. Kettle drum of a belly, so heavily swollen it’s stretch marked and red. The weight of the baby pressing down on your core, the head low and in your pelvis. All the pressure bearing down on your poor swollen vagina…. Which is hot and swampy wet as your body prepares to mercifully birth this burden. So drippy and wet you almost feel like the baby could just drop out, while at the same time it feels like he’ll never come. Your whole being swollen and sore, tender to the slightest touch. Hormones rampant while you go from feeling like a fertility goddess to a beached whale. From beautiful and glowing to fat with child… that’s what I mean when I whisper in your ear how I want to make you a mommy…
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