05-25-2014, 11:20 PM
I breathe deep and grunt a bit as my rising belly brushes the dashboard. At nine months pregnant with two fat twins, my belly is large enough that even with my seat all the way back, it's a tight squeeze. My breasts have grown into a healthy DD rack to feed our hungry babies, and they're currently crammed into a milk-stained sports bra as I tenderly stroke my womb, feeling the babies lazily stir. "I don't know about this, hon," I say, "It's been at least a week or two since I've been at yoga...I'm worried about pulling something..."