A woman's body

Our body* was created and designed for motherhood.

Note: You must biologically be a woman for this to hold true.

My body has been changing drastically over the course of a few weeks... needless to say, my belly looks like it is about to burst, they have officially gone over and beyond my now (much) bigger boobs (I am not complaining, some good things do come out of pregnancy after all). My lower spine is shaped like a convex to allow my uterus to expand, I feel the urge to sit like a man most of the time, that is, with my legs spread out. Somehow it provides me a better sense of balance. I like to sit at the edge of the seat as well, if I know I am not intending to stay put for long, or way, way deep into the sofa and lean back with pillows supporting my butt and back, when I am reading or watching the telly. Crossing my legs is almost impossible. My legs, hands and feet look as if air has been pumped into them, though unfortunately I don't feel any lighter...

For the first time ever in my life, I am having a bad case of back-ne (my term for back acne), and my facial acne has been quite persistent as well with making their presence felt. 

 I am more calm, almost on an automatic zen autopilot most of the days, though my alter-ego, whom my husband calls, "Miss Justice", manifests herself in times of , well, potentially unjust situations, such as it has occurred twice yesterday (first with the Uber driver, and second while falling in line at the supermarket). My parents got so worried that my sense of making things right and fair (only to them they can only see the manifestation in the form of an "argument", which is really a pointed short spat in mature, sensible tones), yet they are most afraid this will possibly get me killed. They have suggested that I be banned from taking Uber and going out as a result of these recent incidents, almost as if I am a rabid huge bellied beast who can get out of control and wreak havoc with perfect strangers (not totally untrue if they are rude to me first), and bring about my own demise.

As I type down the above letters I feel a few reassuring kicks of agreement in my belly, Oliver seems to agree with me. Nice to know that someone is on my side...