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I think I may have swallowed a volleyball.  What do you think?

Maybe that one’s a little exaggerated due to the twist of taking my own photo.  What about here?

That was just to show you how lardy the thighs are anymore.  And here it is from the front.  Notice that my waist is completely gone in order to house the volleyball.

So the belly is officially large.  I can’t wear my maternity clothes well, though.  It turns out they are too big.  My regular clothes, well, that’s not happening either.  I cried when I put on those jeans today.  They went on, but it was a hideous affair.  So I had to wear some too-big jeans from a different pregnancy.

I’m tired of being inbetween, but I want to stay as small as possible.  I can’t imagine having to explain my belly, but often at the Y I have to tell the other people that I am indeed pregnant, not addicted to fast food.  It would help if I weren’t packing on the weight in the thighs.  It would seem that although I began this pregnancy at a higher weight than the last one, I was smaller in space that I occupied.  I wouldn’t have guessed that.  But it’s true.  I am off to shop this weekend, and hopefully it will end with a few spoils.