•Dahlia•
Standing in front of my dressing mirror with my top rolled upwards to reveal my slightly protruding stomach, I let out a sigh.
Now more than ever, it was getting clear that I was pregnant. I was four months along now and my belly was really coming out. If I were to wear fitted clothes, everyone would be able to tell that I was pregnant.
But I wouldn’t be wearing any fitted clothes any time soon. Not because I was trying to hide the pregnancy, heck, anyone with half a brain should know it by now with all the morning sickness spurs, occasional dizziness, and the feet swelling.
It was because I had grown bigger than my fitted dresses. Not really that big, but enough to the point where the back of my pants and the armpit sides of my tops and dresses would rip.
So today, I was pla
