Buttwarmers, Marshmallows, and Me: A Story of Guilty Pleasures

I’m telling you this because you’ll never see it.  It only happens when no one else is around.  At the end of a long day, I tuck my shirt into my bra, stop fighting the downward sag of my gangsta maternity pants, and let it all hang out. And there is a lot of all to hang.  Before being massively pregnant, I’d…

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