Second pregnancy.
First time around I wasn't exactly a cute little Hollywood starlet with a neat little bronzed bump, but at least it was firm and full of baby.
This time... well, I'm HUGE, and I've got months to go yet. I've started avoiding the question when strangers ask me when I'm due because I'm fed up with them spraying their Starbucks latte at me in shock.
The thing is, when you squish the bump it's mostly fat because I'm being such a lardy hog and eating mountains of buns and delicious things. (I hope it doesn't wobble when I walk). My stomach muscles have totally separated already (the midwife agreed). I'm being a lazy moo and not doing any core clenches or pelvic floor exercises.
I'm just a big fat hoggy lardgut, disguised as heavily pregnant with triplets. Elephant triplets. And I'll probably start smelling of wee soon if I don't start clenching.