is my belly.

Yes, it does get in the way at times (like when I was painting and inadvertantly ran into the freshly painted board getting a nice, grey line on my shirt). But over all, I really like my belly. It has its usefulness. I can hold a book on it, I have a place to put my hands, and I have been known to balance a plate there while I eat. When I run my hands over my belly I can feel the bumps and ridges of the child that I carry. Sometimes he/she sticks out a foot or elbow or something really pointy and I can tickle it. As he/she searches for the right position, I enjoy watching my belly turn into waves of movement, proving to me that there is a living being inside me.
Yes, I will miss my belly.
But I will enjoy seeing my child even more.

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