One and a half month later:
Time flies. At least, most times. And especially when you're working. For the past six weeks, I had been juggling work with health. A gynaecologist in my city I knew and trusted had been monitoring my health closely while I worked. There were ad shoots, magazine covers, interviews and articles. And this was all before the press for my first film had even started.
I had quite some things piled up, and it was safe to say that life had been kind to me.
I'd stopped working a few days ago, and had now started wearing baggy clothes. Almost three months down, I was now showing. Well, if you could even call this little protrusion of a tummy as a showing. Even though very little, it was still there. And I tried covering it up with hoodies and baggy sweatshirts whenev
