I’m only slightly ashamed I had to make sure I was spelling that correctly. Ahem. Also, warning: this post may be a bit TMI.
I’ve gained weight with this pregnancy – at 24 weeks, nearly 15 pounds. I thought it was a bit much considering that 12 of that has occurred in the last six weeks, but my doctor reassures me it’s all normal. And then she looks at me cross-eyed and reminds me that I can’t diet while pregnant. I usually laugh – “Lady, I didn’t exactly diet before pregnancy.” I’m concerned about my weight gain because I was overweight to begin with, not because I’m vain. No gestational diabetes over here, thankyouverymuch.
My bosom continues to grow. I’ve gone up THREE cup sizes since I found out I was pregnant and holy hell, these things are HUGE. But, not huge and attractive – as if I’ve just blossomed. No, these things are clearly stating their purpose: “FEED BAGS.” Luckily, they’re no longer sore – although I’m sure that will be only a matter of time. I had a large rack before this pregnancy, so this new development isn’t exactly a shock. We’ve moved from bras that I can readily buy in stores to the mail-order variety, which also means I now sport something I imagine my great-grandmother wearing. I also didn’t know bras continued past the letter E. I think the next size up has a pulley system. THREE cup sizes people, THREE.
And, they’re still growing. I’m going to need to hire a sherpa or something.