As I sat watching the Bump move around while I was on a conference call this morning (which I still watch with a creepy fascination as my own body moves without me doing anything), I realised how big she is getting. A nice warm and fuzzy thought that my Bump is growing.
Followed by a horrible thought that in a few weeks time, when she bigger still, she will have to find a way out of my body.
Now I feel sick.
Analogies of a sort
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