For the love of all that is good and holy, my clothes barely fit. I am sitting here, in my fat lady suit, and I swear, it is literally slicing into my muffin top. Oh lord, I am uncomfortable. And I am B-L-O-A-T-E-D. How is it possible for one woman to pee so much, and yet, pooping (yes, I went there) is but a distant memory. Women complain about morning sickness, but I swear to all that is holy, my ballooning abdomen full of God-knows-what is about a million times worse.