When I was pregnant with the little girl, often times would I feel like a host with an alien life form in me trying to break out. Her head, butt, or limbs would push and stretch and make this visible lump on my belly that is quiet impressive to behold.
This time, I feel like I have a mud volcano sitting in me. Rather then a kick or a punch, I have gigantic bubbles burst in me, sending reverberations to the deepest corners of my being. Instead of a stretch, I feel rumbles. Honey baby darling, what are you doing in me?
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