While organizing my desk this morning, I swung around too quickly and clocked a filing cabinet. The offending weapon did not involve a stack of books or a baseball bat. Instead, my belly made a square-on collision with an innocent inanimate object. Without question, I'm officially huge.
To be fair, today does not mark the onset of my enormity. I've been ignoring clues for weeks. A neighbour noticing, "My, you are certainly blooming!", my mother's less subtle, "Wow, you are really big", or a colleague saying, "Tam, that's quite a rack you've got there".
I'm convinced that BabyBear has positioned herself perpendicular to my spine. How else can one explain my size?
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