Week five, here I come. I'm little over a month now. It doesn't seem as any different as last week. I fly through school, no one looking at me all week. At lunch, I tell Blake what I've found out about Tim, and an update on how I'm feeling, pregnant wise. I tell him more about my moms pregnancy. My mom is huge. It seems like she grows so much every day. She's so fat, I can't believe I didn't notice three weeks ago, when she told me. As I tell Blake this, I try to imagine myself blown up like that. About five months in, a short three or four more for me.

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