Right now at this very moment I am so mad at my bra. It is so uncomfortable. I might as well be wearing one made of coconut halves because that I’m sure would be a million, trillion times better than this. I’m sure it doesn’t help that my boobs feel like they are full of giant marbles of pain and they don’t feel at all like they belong to me. It’s like I’ve got phantom boobs. Phantom Dolly Parton boobs.
Right now I have 3 comfortable bras and 2 of those are sports bras. Out of the two sports bras only one is actually somewhat wearable outside of the house. Double bleh.
Do I go and buy cheap comfy bras like every two weeks? Will I ever stop talking about my tits? Oh my god.
My in-laws have been told. Except they didn’t have the reaction I was hoping for. There was no crying or screaming with joy. Instead my Mother in Law asked where the photo was, she couldn’t understand why there wasn’t an ultrasound photo. Then she said that they figured it was something like that and that at Christmas she thought something. She obviously forgot that on Boxing Day I had to go to Walmart to buy pads and tampons and was bed ridden with a sore back and cramps. They said the same thing when we eloped, that they had a feeling that we were going to in Montreal. She asked when we were going to find out if it was a boy or girl and I told her we weren’t going to she said “Oh well you’ll probably change your mind.” oh. ok. Thing is I adore my In Laws. A-D-O-R-E them! So it’s kind of odd when they do things that make me think “Reeeeealllly?”
Maybe it’s because I’m not their daughter.
My parents will find out on the 21st. My sister thinks they will cry and freak out. But in a good way. Not like when they found out she was pregnant and my mom burst into tears and told my sister she was so disappointed in her. Yeah nice. My sister thinks that because were married and I’m the first born and we were trying that my parents will cry and freak out with joy. We shall see.
Oh fuck this is turning into a pregnancy blog. (Sorry Lynn!)
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1 Lynn @ human, being // Feb 15, 2010 at 4:04 pm
Yeah, I knew I was pregnant before the test because my boobs? Fucking hurt! I had to stop wearing underwire bras and put bandaids over my nipples or I’d be crying in pain after about 20 minutes from mere walking.
And guess what? You’ll be talking about your tits until you’re done breastfeeding. And probably afterward. Oh, and poop. Lots of talk about poop–yours and the baby’s.
You get used to it.
Good luck telling your parents. Hopefully they will not be assholes to you. Hopefully, they will hug you and kiss you and touch your stomach.
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