Walking around large and rotund, barely seeing over her belly.
But then she would wake and carass her flat stomach. The ache of the missing child gone too soon washing over her with salty tears.
Ming was hungry, already the little leech was making its prescence known and she was only in her second trimester.
She dug in the fridge until she found both the jar of pickles and leftover fried shrimp. Yum.