(Necklace: instagram shop Shirt: Motherhood Maternity Pants: Mossimo Shoes: clothing exchange)
I tell ya, if waddling was an Olympic sport, I would be a gold medalist. I try so hard to walk normally, but it just isn’t possible. No matter how I move, I have this awkward swaying motion. And also, I wanted so badly to pull a joke on someone when they asked me when I was due, by looking shocked/offended/mortified and then telling them I am most certainly not pregnant, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I guess by now, with the waddle and giganto belly, it’s pretty obvious that I’m “with child”. Maybe next time…