Today I stood in front of a group to talk. At the same time, TJ
(transmogriflaw junior, of course) decided to put in his two cents.
He's now big enough that his kicks are visible through my clothes.
I wonder if anybody stopped listening to what I was saying and thought about Alien.
I wonder if bored jurors watch the bellies of pregnant lawyers, looking
for some sign of life in the courtroom. I wonder if anybody notices at
all.
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I had a VPF (very pregnant friend) sitting next to me at a pot-luck supper one evening with her plate of food balanced upon her gravid belly (can you see it coming? Wait for it ... wait for it ...). VPF-J let's fly with a kick worthy of the conversion team at the Super Bowl (or, if you prefer, Pelé in the final game of a World Cup) and the plate of food is catapaulted into the air, does a slow 180 and lands face-down in the punch bowl on the coffee table in front of us. A tidal wave of "Bali-berry Rum and Fruit Punch" goes flying and soaks the woman on the couch opposite. We couldn't have executed the manuever more perfectly if we had tried.
Finally, while I am sure you are glowing and are at your second most beautiful stage in your life, the only thing the males in the court room are focused on are your boobs. Fact. They called and told me this, personally.
Have a swell day! :D
wil
Great story!
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