There were no words to explain traveling comfort. There were no fashions to meet the needs. It was pregnant clothing period. No fashion, no comfort.
Elastic. Who’d come up with elastic? It was scratchy and left worm like crawl marks on your skin. It stuck – and sometimes left little white crumbles. Ug!
Jamie took another look in the mirror and made three adgusting tuggs that made her feel even more uncomfortable and moved away grabbing her duffle bag.
Being married, being pregnant, being grown up – was not all it was cut out to be. Its not that she wasn’t happy. She was; sort of. Not that one could be emotionally happy with the feeling of constant constipation that kicked – and bloaty like clothes that gave the feel of a permanent wedgy.
But Brad was worth it. And she was sure the little creature – once it came out – was going to be worth it too.
She hoped.
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