Gina woke up still feeling exhausted, like usual. It was hard to sleep with 200 pounds pushing down on her and stretching out her skin, not to mention the weird dreams and the constant gurgling noises her belly made. Her bed barely fit her and in a few weeks it wouldn't fit at all. Her dad insisted all that mattered was if her bedsheet covered her from head to toe and let her stomach hang out, but as one of household who never dealt with pregnancy, he did not understand Gina's situation. It may seem like some alien appendage to an outside observer but Gina's belly was a part of her and if it's cold, she's cold.
Now came for the worst part of the mornings when Gina had to wait for one of her siblings. She grabbed her phone, used the custom "Gina app," and lay in bed, groaning and irritated, looking at a huge mountain of exposed, peach skin. At least, she thought, it's still smooth and healthy – one family trait she wasn't upset she picked up.
Eventually, the bedroom door opened an