Sonogram

Sonogram

Lying back on the examination table, I can feel the cool gel spread across my swollen belly, the sensation a mix of soothing and strange. My belly, round and prominent, stretches upward, a physical reminder of the life growing inside me. As the technician moves the wand over my skin, I watch the screen intently, heart pounding with anticipation.

The room is dim, and I can hear the soft, rhythmic whoosh of the babies' heartbeats, echoing through the monitor. Seeing the images appear—tiny limbs moving, little heartbeats fluttering—fills me with a sense of awe and wonder. It’s like a window into a secret world that I’m carrying around with me every day.

In this moment, all the changes my body has gone through—the growing belly, the weight, the adjustments—feel so worth it. Watching our babies move on that screen is a reminder of why I’m doing this, and it fills me with a love so deep it almost takes my breath away.

Havent used this platform in about a year, and i wont probably for another one, but im sure as hell active on my INSTAGRAM as “metamorphodisiac” and i have just discovered the horny world of TWITTER “metamorphodisi3”. See you there?

Update on my belly and body

Havent used this platform in about a year, and i wont probably for another one, but im sure as hell active on my INSTAGRAM as “metamorphodisiac” and i have just discovered the horny world of TWITTER “metamorphodisi3”. See you there?