It may seem odd, but you don't get bigger in pregnancy in the same way as you put on weight. You don't slowly change shape, the inches creeping up on you so that those who see you on a daily basis barely notice it happening. No siree. In my pregnancy I got to bed at night and wake up two inches bigger. It's as if BabyG sneaks out in the middle of night and loads up on cream cakes and and greasy fry-ups.
This morning, my mother's eyes flew wide open in alarm when she saw that Alex had gone to bed a certain size and had appeared the next morning an altogether different size. Husband, meanwhile, has been known to comment "Morning fat lass".
The thing is, I've still got three months to go. What am I going to look like if this rate of growth continues? Just how big am I going to get? And, more importantly – as it grows increasingly difficult to reach down to my feet – How The Hell Do I Get It Out?
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