Loving the Mother To Be
Ariel looked in the mirror with a critical eye. At twenty-five and a half weeks pregnant, her body was becoming grossly bent out of shape to her way of thinking. Her belly stood out farther than her breast, which were even now still growing well beyond their small A cup before her pregnancy began. She had dark circles under her eyes and lets not forget the stretch marks. No, pregnancy did not agree with her. Sighing, she finished dressing and wondered wistfully how she had ended up here. Oh,...