Belly up

The pains seem to have stopped within the past hour or so, finally, after making a brief "are you paying attention" cameo on the right side of my body (which was probably round ligament pain; the sensation isn't overly dissimilar). They will probably image my ovaries at my next ultrasound just to see what it might have been--apparently, the corpus luteum that generates a lot of the hormones until the placenta fully develops sometimes doesn't disintegrate properly, just as it sometimes doesn't after a normal woman's cycle. And I'm just getting to the point where the placenta is fully formed. It's kind of neat, though: if that's the case, then Bunky definitely came from the left ovary; not something that bears any significance other than the "oh neat" factor.

This is more neat, though. When I lie flat on my back, I can feel my uterus under my belly fat, and I can feel it, ever so slightly, shift as the baby moves, externally. Not quite the same thing as feeling the baby move internally, so I can't call it quickening just yet, but it's going to happen soon.

And I'm *really* excited about that. On one of my crying jags back when I thought I wasn't going to have more children, I was so devastated that I wasn't ever going to feel that sensation again. And now that I'm going to, I wish I could record the sensation in something more tactile. I remember the feeling distinctly with Kieran, but I don't remember things like where I was, or how I reacted;  I wasn't as good at chronicling things back then (and what journals I did keep were incredibly depressed-sounding, which fits, when you look at my marriage of that time).

And I look so cute in some of these maternity clothes I could just yarf. Who knew? Weird side effect I'm digging: the fact that my upper arms have lost 2 solid inches, most of which since getting pregnant.I still mostly need 1x shirts to accommodate their girth (which looks freakish compared to my relatively trim forearms), but I can wear a size "large" if the arms have a loose cut to them.

Anyhow, enough babble, I guess. Sometimes I have to remind myself not to take the rest of the internet personally, in fact more so lately. A lot of times my rambling (and tweet-rambling) is just me thinking aloud, getting the brain flotsam out so that I can process everything else more clearly. And too often I forget that my brain-dump sometimes causes consternation among friends, and they want to help, and I get irritated when they want to try. Where does that fall on the things-I've-done-and-left-undone spectrum?

e-i-e-i-omg...

I shouldn't say I busted out the tape measure this morning, but I did, and now for a little bra-related TMI...



Been noticing my cups overflowing, and fully aware that I need new bras. But I also know that being only halfway through my fourth month, I'm probably going to need new bras about 10 times over for every size change I go through. But for some reason, I wasn't expecting this much of a change. With Kieran, I never had boobs at all until I was about in my fifth month, when I surprised myself by becoming a 36C.

But by the time I was nursing, I was a 38EE. That only lasted as long as I was nursing, though.

So cue to this morning. I've been somewhere between a 36B and a 38C during most of my adult life. But realizing that none were fitting right, and the athletic bras I'd been counting on were actually uncomfortable, especially since they tended to redirect car seat belts around my beck, I measured everything again and calculated my new bra size to be 38E.

Um, if I'm almost to the size I was when I was nursing Kieran, and that seemed freakishly big at the time, what are they going to look like when Bunky shows up??!