Showing/Not Showing

I wish this body of mine would make up its mind. In the mornings when I wake up, there is a little bit of a baby bump. As the day progresses, the gassy bloat machine takes over and it looks like I am well into my second trimester. Catch me in the evening, and you might think I may head on over to Baptist Hospital. I jest, but it really is crazy. And sucking in during this time? Not even an option. It's like these babies are trying to create a big pillow of fat over them so to protect them. Do they not trust me on my own? Jeez....