Sheesh. In a matter of 12 hours my boobs went from being just fine to hurting like hell. I could barely sleep on my stomach last night, I kept moving and then getting a stab of shooting pain up my boobie. Today I feel like I have swollen watermelons (okay who am I kidding apricots) shoved in my nearly B bra. Yes readers, I am really flat chested. I am one of those people who actually buys a nearly B bra, b/c the A is just too depressing. Well, this morning the girls are filling out my B so much that I might not be nearly anymore. But they hurt. And of course the first thing G does this morning is grab my boob. Ouch. I keep wanting to pull my shirt out and look at them. But I guess that's inappropriate at work. I just did it anyway, though. No one saw me.
I feel like everyone should be able to tell just looking at me that I am Woman, I am Pregnant! Look at me Fertile Florence. Then I remember I'm all of 7 or 8 weeks along. No big deal yet, no big difference. But why do I feel like my stomach looks 3 months along. Ugh. It could be b/c I can't take a good poo to save my life. Oh bodily functions, how I detest you right now.