Saturday, June 28, 2008

Hello Sailor!!

Continuing the theme of the joys of early pregnancy, this one is less tiresome, particularly for LK.

Massive boobs!

























Mirroring my last pregnancy, it's the first 'symptom' I developed within days of that positive pregnancy test. I went from a bashful 34 B to a hello boys C+ cup practically overnight. Slow down girls! A few days before I found out I was pregnant I was trying to squash myself into my normal sports bra whilst getting ready for the gym and thought 'hmm, that's a bit odd then'. Genius alert!

LK has let it be known that if I were to consider getting a restorative boob job post kids (and in his defence he has only brought it up after I did first), that my present state would be a more than appropriate permanent size. Of course he's probably only saying this because I have a strict 'look but don't touch policy' going because Lord Almighty they are sensitive enough to detect a gnat fart. I have to brace for impact if I run to catch the phone and I've thrown pride aside and just held them for dear life while jogging recently (yes I'm feeling so much better these days, exercise isn't just a pipe dream).

Apparently my new physique has been noticed by more than LK, well that's a redundant statement actually, because *damn* all men notice boobs - I swear I got a half price honey-baked ham last week on boob-discount. Anna is aware that she's going to get a sibling in January. In fact, she thinks she's pregnant with a teeny-tiny baby she's named Farrar. I'm not going to go into the psychological ramifications of a three year old experiencing a phantom pregnancy.........she thinks she's pregnant because I am, and we're both girls, ergo she must be having a baby too. Now, I don't have much of a pregnancy bump yet, although I am measuring about a month ahead of the game compared to last time. My stomach muscles have clearly given up on the fight. I merely look 'thicker' than usual, as if I've just had a large curry and gone 'sod it, I'm not holding this in'. Attractive. So when Anna and I were talking about our babies, she said 'Farrar is in my tummy eating my food, I fink your baby is living in your boobies they are BIG boobies'.

Nice.

8 comments:

Pig in the Kitchen said...

Farrah? As in Farrah Fawcett? Didn't she have huge jugs as well?? Congratulations! I've missed some posts, clearly, must catch up.
Pigx

Guineapigmum said...

Congratulations Alison! When's it due? I wonder how long Farrah will be a source of interest for? 9 months is a long time in the life of a 3 yr old!

Potty Mummy said...

Hi Ali, and congratulations; your experience sounds exactly like mine, even down to the laying down of tools early by stomach muscles. Would love to say they just snapped back into shape after Boy #2's arrival, but... well, you read my last blog entry on exercise, so that would be unnecessary - and a lie...

Hyphen Mama said...

Wynnie (age 4.5) has been *pregnant* with triplets for quite some time now. How funny that she, too, says 'they're eating my food'. One night she had a tummy ache and was positive the babies were going to come out...instead, she pooped. Their names are Madeline, Madeline and Anders.

Now I'm not feeling so bad that maybe I broke my kid's brain when I was pregnant with her brother.

BTW, my boobs are in WAY better shape after baby #2. Go figure!

Expatmum said...

I think I am the only woman in the history of pregnancy not to have gone up a bra size when pregnant. A sure sign of no milk production, so rejoice in yours!!!
Mind you they were still sore, and I used to hate getting out of bed first thing in the morning, when you actually had to move and disturb them! Ow, ow, ow.

LolaBloom said...

Too funny those comments by your little one, I laughed out loud.

Many congrats on your pregnancy!!

ExpatKat said...

The only time in my life I ever had a fantastic chest was when pregnant. Ahh the memories!

Sugarplum's Mom said...

Bwahahaha.. kids say the most precious things don't they?