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I rolled out of bed this bed this morning (since I can’t really “sit up” any longer) and stood in front of the closet to pick out my clothes for the day when I noticed this heinous, panting noise emanating from somewhere terribly close by.  
Oh, it’s me.  

It’s apparently not enough to waddle, but I must now wheeze like a bulldog.  Pregnancy is beautiful.

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