37 Weeks. Before&After.

The last time I partied was literally on New Years' this year.

Yupp, that long ago.

Then, I found out I was pregnant.

After all the snapping and whining, meltdowns and grumpiness,

It all made perfect sense when I saw two lines on the pee-stick.

My first three months was exactly as everyone describes the first three months.

I literally lived in the bathroom.

Everything I ate, out it came.

Everything I drank, out it came.

I survived on a teaspoon of Nutella every morning for breakfast.

And coke. Tonnes and tonnes of coke.

Then came a false alarm of a miscarriage.

Off to the hospital we ran.

Mad pounding of the heart.

But there he was, swimming like nothing was happening.

And i swear i saw him wave.

He was active already. real active.

I didn't even spot a hint of belly, which made me wonder really.

Like what on earth is going on.

But hey, about 5 to 6 months in, i saw it.

Yupp i saw a flat-no-more belly.

There he was again.

This time, showing himself through me.

The appetite was back.

The tiredness was new.

The back aches were dreadful.

The swelling feet was embarrassing.

The big boobs were attention seeking.

The grumpiness was prominent.

The tight clothes were not sexy.

The massive pain when i sneezed and i thought i broke a rib, was horrid.

He was changing me and my body in whatever way suited him.

Then i realised, it was his way or the highway, here on out.