By the girls I mean my bewbies. In the ebb and flow of first trimester symptoms the most consistent has been my larger bewbies. At the end of week 7 my sad B-cup bras were doing little more than being laughed at by my breasts. I have no idea if they are going to keep growing so I went to Target and Marshall’s to pick up some inexpensive bras. I am now a solid D cup, and just waiting for the band width to go up as my ribs expand to make room for squished organs in the future.
The bad is that I don’t have the greatest awareness of them yet. When I park the car and am rummaging around I smack them into the steering wheel, I graze them just talking with my hands, they get in the way. I feel like a pubescent girl getting to know her body again. I know that as soon as I figure them out they will change again with this pregnancy. They are obvious too. I picked up a friend at the airport this week that I haven’t seen for a bit and she felt me up when she saw them. She thought they looked spectacular, but she did what Molly Ringwald’s grandparents did to her in Sixteen Candles.
With the bad there is the good. My husband has never been a boob man but is loving them. He even said he is going to miss them if they go bye-bye. Luckily they don’t hurt or throb unless I smack them into something. And above all they will be used to nourish my little one when they are born. It is for that reason I love them and am not mad with whatever they do as my body changes as it prepares for baby.
Loved this! I've finally got to the point where I'm not whacking the girls with my arms, banging into walls, steering walls, etc. LOL I'm so glad I'm not the only one. Great blog!