All I wanted was something for my baby to wear that would celebrate Islam while also staying relevant to modern pop culture in North America.
It was only after my fourth month ended and my nausea became a tiny bit more manageable that my bump spontaneously showed up. And then it grew, and grew, and grew, with absolutely no signs of slowing down.
How are there so many women who make the conscious decision to have another child after going through this once? I cannot wait until this is over.