The end of September rolled around, and I was officially five months pregnant. There was only a little over a trimester left and I was beyond nervous. I hadn't felt the baby move at all, not even once. It was like she was asleep or something.
On the other hand, I felt like I was being a baby for the both of us. My hormones only allowed me to cry, and when I wasn't crying I was nearly crawling out of my skin in arousal. It got so bad that I had to invest in a sex toy and after a week of use I was sure the thing would come to life and sue me for abuse.
My therapist would tell me that it was normal to cry and that gestation was giving me an excuse to let it all out. I didn't believe that, but whatever.
The day of Claudette's baby shower had arrived and then I was choosing something to wear that would be loose enough to disguise my belly whether I was sitting or standing. I looked even bigger sitting down so I needed something good for that.
