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I am still wearing my regular clothes one week
from my due date – this is not an indication of how little I am, because people
are now moving to the grass when they see me walking down the sidewalk. Instead it is making me re-think my fashion
sense, and wondering if I need a wardrobe makeover.
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Speaking of maternity wear – why is all the emphasis
on clothes? Shoes were/are a much bigger
problem. I now know the image of “barefoot
and pregnant” is iconic not just to illustrate social economics, but because shoes become unwearable.
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My sister left a TUB of spanish candy in the
cupboard and sadly I ate it all (I won’t divulge how many hours/days it took
me). I would like to blame this on my
side-kicker, but alas, my weakness for sweets and capacity to consume in bulk has
been well established. (I wish I could
forget the incident of the 2004 orange/chocolate cake, but it is too delicious)
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9 months is a long time to wait (pretending to
be a kangaroo made it a little more tolerable until I lost the hop in my step)
