the breast is yet to come...

i know ive touched on this subject before, but i must go back and re-visit. i went shopping yesterday with my mom because i was in need of new bras and i also wanted to check out some dresses for a wedding we're attending about 10 days before the big day... i have no idea what might be available dress wise for a ready to pop belly.

our first stop was the only lingere shop that i will go to after discovering the awesomeness that is Trousseau while bra shopping for my wedding dress. this place is the best, especially if you are a well endowed woman. the first time i went in there, the saleswoman basically checked me out and brought me about 4 bras that fit perfectly, including the boustier worn with my wedding dress. they also keep information on file for each customer with the model and style of bras that you prefer, along with your current size so you dont have to do the whole guess and try of a million bras until you find the one that fits you best. i should totally get paid for this spectacular endorsement...

anyway, i go in there, they look me up to find out what bra i currently wear and realize that the highest cup size is a G which is what im in now... not good. so because i am a spoiled brat and i hated all the other brands that had bigger cup sizes, i ended up getting a larger band size that gives me a little more cup room. and let me also share that for some reason, they go by the UK sizes so it makes my girls seem smaller than they are, how terrible is that? a 'G' is supposed to sound smaller... my mom then makes fun of the hugeness that is the new bra, she decides that the 'G' stands for gargantuan, and laughs hysterically when she wants to see if it will fit on my head and it does...

my boobs are huge.

me vs. my boobs

i think that my girls are fighting to escape the confines of my bra... for some reason, i was under the impression that for your first pregnancy you don't really notice too many changes in your body until the latter months. i was sadly mistaken.

for those of you that know me, i am very blessed in the breasticle region. everyone always thinks that its so great to have big boobs. let me tell you, it is not. nothing ever fits right, you can't wear the same cute outfits that your friends can, and they are heavy as hell. its really like you're lugging around two ten pound rocks all day... i have no idea how much they actually weigh, but i feel like in a fight between one of my boobs and a 5 lb. bag of sugar, my boob would win.

in the fight between myself and my ever growing breasts, im not sure who the winner will be, but if i were a betting woman, i would put my money down on them. the smaller one is already as big as the bigger one used to be! 6 weeks and they're already swollen and hurting and fighting my support system. how can i win?