Dear Baby

I don’t think I’ve posted a picture this explicit in the history of my blog life - but this is a topic that can’t be ignored. I’ve got boobs people. For the first time ever, I have boobs! (Que choir of singing angels)

Before pregnancy I could get away without wearing a bra if I felt like. I happily bought myself B cup bras even though I barely filled them out and knew that I probably really needed an A. I never really thought much about my boobs because well, there wasn’t much  there to think about.

Suddenly, as if overnight… I’ve found myself having trouble buttoning some of my favorite blouses. Those empty bras are now spilling over and some of my dresses won’t zip up at all.

It’s taught me that you really have to have a sense of humor when you are pregnant. Being pregnant means you are 50% Victoria’s Secret Model and 50% beer-bellied old man. Here I am with nails and hair that are as thick and shiny as they have ever been… BUT WAIT I’m also burping more than I ever have in my life. And this lovely pair of boobs that I’ve now found myself with are accompanied by an equally round belly that rivals those of the fellas at the local pool hall.

I’m learning to embrace the new, rounder me - because let’s face it - the female body is downright  AWESOME for its ability to grow a new person. So even though I barely fit into any of my pretty underthings - and I’m squeezing myself into my favorite pair of jeans - my body is proving itself worthy of praise far greater than the kind you get for posing in a swimsuit catalog.

Love,

M