This was what it really looked like. This is what hyperpregnancy did to a belly. It’s not like

This was what it really looked like. This is what hyperpregnancy did to a belly. It’s not like on DeviantArt, where everything is smooth and shiny and blemish free. The reality was much harsher. The skin could only stretch so much so quickly before things started to give. Stretchmarks started to appear, veins started to pop, navels started to flatten out. Her belly was so reflective it almost looked wet, but it wasn’t, that was just her skin. The first trimester had been a rough one, and here she sat, staring in awe at her own growing midriff. She consumed thousands of calories a day to sate her growing hunger. She used to try covering her belly, but at the rate it was growing, it wasn’t worth the busted buttons. She already looked full term, and still was only a third of the way in. Doorways would shrink, clothes would tighten, waistbands would snap, and she would keep growing. This was the reality of hyperpregnancy, and this is what she’d go through in the months to come.