Walking had become difficult for me in the last few weeks and I was sure I looked like a giant penguin. The waddle I had going on made me look ridiculous, but I didn’t care, it was the best I could do while carrying around a huge watermelon size stomach. It was springtime, so at least I wasn’t going to be roasting in the afternoon sun. I stepped out of the sliding dining room doors and into our vast back yard, before waddling down the path and towards the stables. I knew my mom would moan at me for walking so far, but I needed to get out of the...