I've started to develop a bit of an irrational fear of pregnant people. Yes, I know that sounds REALLY WEIRD! I just keep looking at them, and their bellies and hinking 'that's going to be me'. You never really appreciate the sheer size of a heavily pregnant belly until you consider yourself in the same place. I can't believe I might end up that size, if all goes to plan. How is my body going to contort to that size? It blows my mind.
It also terrifies the living crap out of me, from how it's going to feel to the logistics of just getting on with life. I still can't quite believe that I am going to have a bump. Me. Eeek. I stick my beer gut out to try and imagine it, but it's not the same. I just can't imagine and that frightens the hell out of me. Stretch marks I can handle; being a beached whale, I'm not so sure...
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