By now the stretch marks look like purple roads on a map. Your feet begin to swell. You are out of breath if you exert more energy than it takes to yawn. Also, this is when your doctor gets serious, and the visits become more frequent, as does his wearing of the dreaded rubber glove. Strangers walk up to you and feel the need to touch your belly.
Family starts demanding a name for the baby.
No matter what you pick, someone will dump on it. So by now, you have a good 4-6 inches of new growth from the scalp and another six inches of old perm or color beyond that. By now your boobs have swollen to ten times their normal size, and are so heavy they rest on your belly. I actually had a cat jump up and perch on mine. That hiddeous growing belly button takes on a life of its own and waves at passersby.