My hands cradle the rising beneath my navel.
Moon-breaths dictate this ebb and flow of my repose.
It has been just three months and the miracle biology in my belly has rendered my profile alien but soothing.
My fingers probe the extra flesh and for some seconds I am rewarded by a stirring; ah, there is work being done.
Yeah, that chicken was pretty damn good.
Hahaha. I’m feeling your miracle moon movements. Nice.
holy smack! you’re having a KFC baby!
I hope its a zinger!
hahahahaha… thats all I have to say.
You got me too, you got me good… and I was had with the bun in the oven line on April Fool’s, so I should’ve known better.
But I know what you mean, the beans curry and roti I had ealier has left me in a similar biological state… or worse 😛
Great Jebus! I though you were pregnant!
Tsk tsk, that’s a little impolite of you Aasia.
I have to admit, I thought so too!
I almost did a happy dance!
But now I’ve got a craving for butter chicken….