Not anywhere near enough to be baby hungry. I wonder if I'll ever really be baby hungry again. I doubt it. Two seems like a nice round number. Round like my belly in this picture.
Evenstill, I miss those little kicks and a full, ripe body. And by that, I mean a nice chest, which goes away far too quickly. You'd think it would be a gift for keeps. As in: Here, you've worked so hard making this baby, here's a lovely pair of you-know-whats to keep for the rest of your life, to make up for all the extra skin on your stomach and the stretchs marks and the scars. But, it doesn't work that way. Dang.
In my dreams.
Baby belly, I miss you. Muah.
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