Lyla
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, dressed in nothing but a black lace bra and a pair of Ramsey's boxers rolled down at the waist to make room for my growing bump. My hands hovered above the curve of my belly, gently caressing the taut skin stretched thin over the children growing inside me.
At twenty-two weeks pregnant, my body had transformed in ways I never imagined possible. Looking at myself, I could see how my baby bump had rounded out significantly.
My legs felt heavy and swollen, the skin stretched taut around my ankles where fluid had begun to collect. Even my fingers felt puffy, my wedding ring fitting more snugly than before. The veins on my breasts had become more prominent, mapping blue pathways across skin that felt tender to the touch.
My once-trim waist had vanished completely, replaced by a round dome. My hips had widened, and there was a persistent ache in my lower back that reminded me constantly of the weight I was carrying.
