TMI - Bras...

I must say, I am always impressed with everything a woman's body goes through in order to birth a human being. Apart from the enlarging of the heart, increased blood volume, organs compressing to half their size and crammed into whatever tiny place they can find plus the surge in hormones, moving of bones and dumbing down of the brain...so nicely called "pregnancy brain" that I'm still not convinced ever truly goes away...what I am most impressed with at the moment is the change in the feeding organ, the ta-ta's. Yes, I like to be scientific when I write, and in my book that's the correct term.

So I have noticed more backaches and bad posture that are annoying, but more than that, the "hoochiness" that comes with the spillage-over or "bubbling over" of an ill-fitting bra (you know, that oh so attractive look of having 4 ta-ta's, or an udder, when you're wearing a t-shirt.) So, even though I am in my largest pregnancy bra from Oliver's pregnancy, just 26 weeks in, I already "runneth over." Oh me oh my! So while Oliver was in school, I went and got fitted by a very sweet woman, and she brought me something a tad bigger than the pinching, cutting-circulation, leaving red marks, and showing a little too much bra I was wearing.

Um, so, slight difference. But can I say, HEAVEN!! It's for sure a Granny-bra, what with the wide shoulder straps, the giant band with 3 hooks in the back, and gigantic underwires that start at the center of my armpits. But, I stand up straighter, have happy shoulders, look "perkier," (not that that matters with the giant belly below, but I'll take it), and most importantly, the "girls" are happy! Held in a normal shape, in their natural position, and no bubbling over anywhere, I no longer look like a pregnant cow, just a beached whale with nice ta-ta's.

I'm still in shock...here's my hand in comparison to the cup. Eek!!! And I know things are just going to get bigger, so I'm a little worried about how THAT will work. There's not really room for much of anything to get bigger and yet, the baby still has a good 5-6 pounds to put on. Oh I'm going to need some help! (Maybe TMI #2, but Nich has offered to walk behind me and "support me" as much as I need. What a sweet guy...)