i shouldn’t be walking. i should be waddling. i should have one hand on my aching, arched lower back and one hand under my huge baby bump that you gave me. i shouldn’t be able to look down and see my feet. my gaze should just meet a huge baby filled curve, heavy and weighty. my steps should be lethargic and wide.
your strong hands should be bracing my back and cradling my belly. you should be cooing at me and telling me how strong and pretty i am, so beautiful carrying your baby. i should be whining about how heavy my belly feels, its your twin babies in there after all. despite my whimpering and whining, clear joy can be seen on my flushed face. pregnant and waddling is how i should always be. 💞