Stomach Size in the Last Trimester

The sheer size of my 8-month pregnant belly is frightening, even to me. I cringe when I look at it. It is so large, I wonder how skin is able to expand around it. Is there no limit to how far the skin stretches, for I look like I'm carrying an army inside. I could fit a school of blue-fin tuna in there, or a flock of baby hammerheads. Very few maternity pants stay up. I am reduced to wearing x-large stretched out sweat pants. There needs to be a store called, "Plus Size Maternity Clothes." Sleeping on my side, of course, is my only option. The protrusion of stomach lays there as another entity that needs its own bed space.  The scary part is that there is another month of growth my stomach will experience.  Will the elasticity of my epidermis finally stretch too thinly? I'm afraid it will.  I cannot imagine getting any bigger, but I know I will get bigger. And I will be left like the rhinoceros who got lost in its skin.  the baby will come out but the stomach and skin will have nowhere to go.  For if skin expands to such gargantuan lengths, how ever does it contract back? No doctor or scientist will be able to explain that to me.  I will have to get liposuction and skin removal surgery. My belly button popped through weeks ago.  My belly looks like the head of a bald ogre, with interesting patterns of stretch marks and stripes and red blotches.  I can't bear to look at it in a mirror for its sheer hugeness and color pattern.  How can that belly belong to me, I ask myself as I look at my size 6 jeans on the upper shelf of my closet. The chance of me fitting back into those jeans ever again is about as great as me winning the New York State lottery.  It ain't gonna happen. The belly is part of my life forever now.  I created it and it won't ever leave me. I'm stuck with it. Tents and ponchos will be my wardrobe from here on out. I better start shopping from the Orvis catalog!