Yes, yes, that being pregnant is beautiful (or so they say, because I continue to feel far pachucha and the energy of an octogenarian and I see the glamorous part of it) but, really ... spare me all the kitsch that surrounds us we are in my situation.
Definitely, the degree of shyness that causes a pregnant woman in some people is directly proportional to the size of his belly. Not to mention the issue of specialty shops, where, unless you talk using the largest possible number of diminutives by sentence, look at you as if you had two heads. Miss
assistant, I'm not looking panties a chilly for this summer that I hold the tummy , but a comfortable pant that will not burst at the seams in the coming months when I feel because swelling of the ankles or the desire to release gases leave me exhausted.
Miss midwife, or the Irish and I are Daddy and Mummy (at least yours). We have names, have them there, listed in tab.
And friends of my mother, I am not "Barrigota." I keep calling me as usual.
If it seems that one will have a cabbage loop instead of a creature ...
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