The impromptu baby shower had ended about two hours ago. It only lasted until the late afternoon, and it was nearing dinner time. I was glad that I could relax the rest of the night with just Kyle around, especially since I had been feeling way too much pressure ever since EZ had taken me to the mall.
Right now, I was looking forward to the dinner that Kyle had made for me; then I wanted to soak in the bathtub until I went to bed. My whole body was aching. Damn this pregnancy stuff, it was getting to me and making me feel like I was nothing but a damn whale.
Dammit, I am not a fucking whale shifter. And thinking about the bathtub was helping me with that analogy or image. I kept just thinking about how my belly always floated, and I ended up bobbing in the water like some weirdo pool toy, or like a whale breaching the surface of the water.
