Basket case
I've got something that looks like a basketball under my belly. I don't look that huge in other parts of my anatomy, not that i'm KateBloodyMoss, but the arms, legs and face department seem more or less regular. The belly, though. Wow. I know this post should probably fall into the Coming Up Next category, but i'm not really talking about Baby, i'm giving out about poor old Uma.

The basketball doesn't get me seats at buses, but it keeps me up at night. It doesn't prevent weird people from giving me weird looks (seriously, what is it with the pregnant girl thing??) but i am certainly not who i used to be, nor will i ever really be that person again. At least in the inside. The basketball is heavy at times, and it gets tense, begging me for exercise. So i walk a the equivalent of thousand imaginary miles around the neighbourhood, only to find i can't take the next step due to extreme exhaustion.

The basketball can be very uncomfortable. But then a tiny part of the ball kicks you. You put your hand on it. Generally the left side. And it touches you again, with both feet. You smile. And you proudly stick your basketball out to make it visible to the world.