Daphne
The entire contents of my closet were spread across my bed.
Nothing fit. Nothing.
My boobs were popping out the top of my bras to the point that it now looked like I had four t**s instead of two. And forget buttoning any of my pants or skirts.
Now, logically, I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. In fact, my baby bump was a late bloomer, and I’d probably gone a month or longer than most before I was actually starting to show. Now it looked like someone had stuck a volleyball under my belly button. Even my Minnie belly button was being forced into an outie!
And logically, I knew that there was a very easy solution to this problem. I had a healthy amount of money in my bank account. All I needed to do was go online, and I could order any number of cute, t
