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??!

Pregnant Nose knows

"Pregnant Nose" has become something of a superhero round these parts. I can smell Dean's coffee a mile away, just busted Kieran on not brushing his teeth in... forever? and of course this morning's incident with the skunk was amusing, because Dean was swearing he didn't get hit but Pregnant Nose told him otherwise and made him change out on the front porch.

So anyway, just now, foraging around for something I can have for lunch, I dove for the carrots, and Dean started nattering on about Pregnant Nose again.

And then he said "Sounds like a Morrisey song, or something."

A funny from over the weekend

We noticed that while my in-laws effused with well wishes they did not explicitly congratulate us, which made me happy beyond measure.

So I commented on it, to which my FIL said, "Well, I used to congratulate parents-to-be until this one time that I said it to an expectant father who had just found out he had one on the way. And he looked at me, shrugged, and said, 'We were drunk.'"

It made him realize, he said, how absurd congratulations could be in a significant number of "announcements," and he hadn't done so since.

I got a good laugh out of this. My father-in-law, he is wise!

Funny pregnancy tickers

One of the baby gaga punch lines I get to look forward to is "Yay! Now I've got more brain cells than Nicky and Paris Hilton put together! I'm 28 weeks and 6 days old, only 78 days to go."

Yeah, that wins.

haha i get it

Only now do I really understand the humor of Vlasic using a stork as a mascot.