I’m starting to get big which should come as no surprise considering that I am due at the end of the year but at the moment I seem to be expanding daily. I’m like a cat with cut whiskers, I have no comprehension of how big I am and am constantly knocking my belly into walls and people and just about anything really. The realisation finally hit me when somebody called me, ‘The big one,’ he only got away with it because he is just two and very cute. This came after somebody else that I have probably only seen five times in my life felt comfortable enough to say, ‘Oh you’re getting big, you look a lot bigger than you were with the other two.’ Needless to say I was not impressed so I went home to eat chocolate and ice cream and plan my retort for the next time she utters any ill fated words.

I needed hope, I needed to know that I wouldn’t be like this forever, that one day I would be able to be active again and be able to get up without needing both my arms to  support myself and so I did what most people do and went shopping. I ruled out clothes shopping, I don’t buy maternity clothes because they look awful and you can’t wear them for very long (not that you’d want to) and it’s hard to visualise what normal clothes will look like without a massively protruding belly and so I bought a surf board. No I can’t use it now, although it would be very comical, but it is my beacon of hope. It is my reminder that I won’t be this way forever, that there is a tomorrow, that one day I will be able to be active and fit once more, that one day I will be able to wear a bikini again (okay I might have got carried away with that last one but a girl is allowed to dream isn’t she?)

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