Here is a story I found, its titled:
As Jenny waddled the long, laborious trip from her usual, well-indented spot on the couch, surrounded by water bottles, snacks, and mind-numbing girlie magazines, to the kitchen to acquire some slightly more substantial sustenance, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large decorative living room mirror. "I never cease to amaze myself," she said out loud. And, truly, she would have amazed anyone. Jenny's surprisingly youthful face, healthy hair, jet black and tied in a neat pony tail, was a portrait of housewife beauty which any man would be jealous to have as his own. Slightly further south, her ample DDD-cup breasts were beyond perky to the point of being downright painful most of the time, held aloft by what sat beneath. Her pregnant belly jutted out straight in front of her, and in any direction it could reach for that matter. She measured a full 78 inches around and, if she still played this pathetic game, she measured 114 weeks pregnant in centimeters from the top of her uterus to pubic bone.
This mathematical anomaly aside, Jenny was "merely" 80 weeks pregnant. That's right, our poor girl has been with child (the same child) for a full 18 months with no end in sight. Doctors couldn't explain it, and much to their (and her) chagrin, they simply could not induce labor by natural or medical means. They had tried everything without yielding so much as a Braxton-Hicks contraction. Medical complications had ruled out a c-section, so Jenny simply continued to be pregnant. She had been the subject of numerous medical journal entries, and they had even given her rare condition a name, "Stubborn Fetus Syndrome," in accord with the creativity for which the medical community is renowned. She attended regular doctor visits and had 5 of the top OBs in the area on 10 different speed dials, but unfortunately had yet to require any of their emergency services. And so, Jenny had grown accustomed to her life carrying what was essentially an otherwise healthy 9-month old baby, and the exponentially greater amount of amniotic fluid and placenta, inside her womb, constantly holding out for labor and delivery which never came.
And so she waddled, her stubborn passenger rocking back and forth within her, forcing Jenny to arch her back in what had become a second natured effort to generate enough forward motion to traverse the treacherous 30 feet to the fridge (treacherous as she had no way Post too long. Click here to view the full text.