All of my friends insist on going out when they’re close to their due date. Abby was moaning the whole time she struggled to fit into that skimpy dress of hers, it was stretched to the limit over her full term tummy, and then the heels. All the neighbors, when they were pregnant, wore heels at least once in a while when going out.
The two of us strutted out together, wrapped around each other, her wide hips bumped against mine, and I couldn’t help but rub her tummy every other minute. I had just given birth a few weeks ago. Soon I’d be ready to get knocked up again. So for now, all of my attention was focused on naughty little Abby, in all of her pregnant glory.