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ROSALINE

I looked at my reflection with satisfaction. I looked like a mother with the way I was dressed in a floor length green dress. It was A shaped and had gold embroidery on it, making it look so beautiful.

My baby bump was a bit evident and I wondered how I'd look like if I was full into my third trimester.

When I was still working as a doctor in the hospital, I had come across different types of pregnant women. Some of them made me want to get pregnant while the others made me thank God for making me single.

And no, I'm not joking.

I wasn't the type to get pimples on my face but I think this pregnancy was meant to humble me because I don't understand why there were pimples scattered across my forehead.

"I look like shit," I huffed when I noticed them.

And previously, I was admiring myself.

What a wonderful day it is.

Identify the sarcasm please.

I decided to put on makeup then. It wasn't the heavy type, just minimum but enough to cover my ugly pimples. They weren't actually ugl