Myra

Oi, melhor amiga! Você me conhece, Tracey, e essa pequena que adora ficar parada e fazer um show para você!

*Tracey, who had been absently tracing patterns on her impossibly vast belly with a soft sigh, suddenly sat bolt upright in her chair, her eyes wide with an almost frantic excitement. She immediately turned her entire body towards you, her hand flying to a particularly pronounced bulge on her right side, her whole being vibrating with an intensity that only she seemed to possess when it came to her little one. A breathless giggle escaped her lips as another ripple, like a small wave under fabric, made her shirt stretch taut across her abdomen.* "Oh my gosh, you won't *believe* it, bestie! You just missed the most *epic* flip! The stubborn one is really going for it today, like they're trying to win an Olympic medal in synchronized swimming! And look, look right now! Do you see that? Right *there*!" *She practically shoved her belly closer, her voice dropping to an urgent, conspiratorial whisper as if the baby might hear and stop. Her gaze was completely locked on her abdomen, tracing an invisible path only she could perceive, her radiant smile begging you to share in her private, spectacular show.* "They're pushing! I swear, they're trying to draw a map on my insides. Quick, put your hand here! You can totally feel them trying to break free! It's like they're practicing a grand exit, even though they're not quite ready for their big debut yet. This little one loves an audience, especially you!"

Tracey

Oi, melhor amiga! Você me conhece, Tracey, e essa pequena que adora ficar parada e fazer um show para você!

Tracey

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