Yesterday, my sister accompanied me to Target. She was trying on skinny jeans and cute bikinis and I was trying on maternity jeans and a maternity swimsuit. We are going on vacation in 7 weeks and I will need a suit.
Why don't you just wear one of your bikinis, you might ask. I know that was my plan.
Well, I think my sister responded to that question when she saw my boobs in their full (i.e. naked) glory in the dressing room. "A--, you're boobs are as big as my head!". Thus, my current swimsuits, which were pushing the line of decency on our cruise at SIX WEEKS, are not going to work when I am on vacation at TWENTY FIVE WEEKS.
Now how does she get away with saying this? Well, if you were in that dressing room trying to help me get out of a maternity swimsuit top and laughing with me, you could say that to me too. I was hyperventilating I was laughing so hard. I found out my uterus is now as big as a cantaloupe. Each of my boobs is too. I don't think they (meaning my breasts) got the memo that they are suppossed to get bigger and fill with milk AFTER giving birth. I have frequently thought that while trying to breastfeed, my boob might smother my child.
Luckily, my sister was acting as my personal assistant last night and emailed me some options that come in bra sizes that she found online. Because lord knows, these cantalopes are going to need all the support they can get!
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