No. I'm not referring to the rate at which prices of goods and services is rising. I'm referring to the new accessory I've acquired - my bump.
When I look down, I'm amazed by how much my bump has inflated. It hasn't become a hindrance yet in the sense that I could still go on with my exercise routine, walk normally and not waddle, bend down to tie my shoelaces, sit on the floor and get up in a dignified manner and cut my toenails. I wonder when my toes would become invisible while I'm standing up. I guess by then, inflation would have hit its peak.
For posterity, I must record down in pictorial form, the rate at which my bump has inflated.
11wk 3d.
13wk 1d.
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