Being Huge:: Being Fat:: Being the size of a small suv

If the title wasn’t enough of an indication, I’m not only pregnant, I’m pregnant with mutant sadistic HUGE children. Twins. I’m so fat I can’t breathe when I lay on my back. I think an alien is going to pop out of my stomach and call me its bitch.

One good note: I’ve avoided the dreaded stretch mark, and my boobs are huge.

Downside: So is my ass.

I’ve been confined to bedrest for the last month, which only means I harp and cry from the bedroom instead of being mobile. J’s been great and rubs lotion on my stomach whenever I make whimpering sounds and pant like a puppy. Sadistic man has to get a thrill out of me doing something insane for those scraps of attention.

And he is plotting to do evil things to my nipples once the babies stop needing them. Sick man.

Trouble with being the side of a house? No more bending me in half while he fucks me. <> I miss it, I swear to GOD, and will work my ass off immediately afterwards to make sure I can still do it.

I feel so fat.

At least my skin is great, my tits are big and he is inventive for getting me off even though, sadly, sex is a no no.

I’m so ready for these kids to hatch! Alien babies! Ackkk!!!
Save yourselves!

Angelique returns:: Company inside::J and more J

I’ve been naughty in not posting more, but with the business and yes, you may have already guessed, I’m pregnant! (Ack!!!) So with all that comes all the other stuff. I’m engaged now too, just like J to do it all backwards.

The business is great!! We got a mention in a celeb mag recently (shhh!! won’t be telling you which one) and that has sent business sky high. So much so I’ve taken on a lot of help to allow me to manage it. The pregnancy has me sick a lot (don’t worry it isn’t bad) so without the help the place would self-destruct.

I’m due in April and it sounds like bedrest is looming on the horizon so I’m getting it all in while looking like a greatly pregnant whale of a girl. Knock on wood girls, I’ve avoided the swollen feet (which means I can still wear my Louboutin shoes I got for Xmas) and stretch marks (which means I might be back in a bikini for summer). It may not seem like much, but those are huge deals for a pregnant woman who feels like the side of a bus at the moment.

J is great. He’s taken to the role of daddy early on. Trouble is he doesn’t want to go shopping for baby stuff, he’d rather just hire someone to do all that work. I mean sure, but there’s something fun to be said for picking it all out yourself, right? I think I’ve got enough taste to avoid the plastic-y furniture I grew up with. So we compromised and hired a girl (S recommended) who is now one of my best girlfriends to do the work – I can shop, get girl time, and still get to pick what I want.

I’m so spoiled.

I can’t wait to get back to eating normal food again. These kids only seem to like meat. It must be boys, because girls don’t eat like this. We haven’t asked, but J keeps talking sports to my stomach so if it isn’t boys, we can be prepared to have a couple of tomboys on hand.

well, love and kisses to you,
Angelique