18 weeks: glad I never paid for that boob-job

Things are going pretty well.  I have a strange problem.  The washing machine is clearly shrinking my clothes...because the non-maternity tops are having to stretch to fit, and the once loose maternity tops are fitting.  What is weird is that Al's clothes aren't shrinking at all...damn washer is out to get me!

At the beginning of the pregnancy my boobs hurt a lot, and I was wearing a larger cup size by week 6.  Things leveled off and were fine until last week...when the boob pain came back again.  Boob Pain = Growth  Now my bras were small again...but clearly this was the washer.  I thought to myself, "it isn't that they are bigger, they are just fuller and wider"...and then I realized why I always did so poorly on the verbal portion of standardized tests.

I bought a new bra on Sunday thinking that I would have it just in case I needed it...in the far far away future...probably just sit in my drawer with the tags on...no way my boobs would get THAT big.  The next morning (today) I tried it on...it fit...WTF?!?!  I'm up 2 sizes by 18 weeks...I really don't want to do the math on this one to figure out where I will be at 40 weeks...is the alphabet even long enough??

Anyway, to prove how serious the situation is, check out the comparison of the before and after cup size...

Left: padded B cup  Right: unpadded D cup...D!!!!
My new bras could eat my old bras as a snack!...nom nom nom

All of those years in high school wanting bigger boobs...maybe this is why all of those high school girls keep getting knocked up?...for the boobs.  I went to Al with my dilemma...

Me: The D-cup bra I bought fits?!  What if they keep growing like this?!  How big will they be in July?!?!
Al: (with a smile and a laugh) Gigantic!!!


So clearly he is no help at all.  Here is this week's bump picture.  The bump is getting bigger; therefore the monster boobs don't look that big...but they are...

 (I don't have a kid already...I was just babysitting.)

So in conclusion I'm getting the boobs I always wanted as I'm loosing my waist...ugh.

16 weeks: And Another One Bites the Dust

On Wednesday night, I set out my outfit for the next morning.  I only have a handful of non-maternity clothes left in my closet.  I grabbed a pair of beige pants that were always loose on me pre-pregnancy and have been great for this early time.  Thursday morning I got up, showered, and put those pants on.  I got them buttoned...barely.  Standing, the band was digging into my tummy.  I laughed at myself in the mirror, took them off, and got another pair.  Oh well, here's a picture of me at 16 weeks...

Still not much, but my maternity clothes are starting to fit better!...and clearly my non-maternity clothes aren't...

15 weeks: This is what I get for getting cocky...

15 weeks was going pretty smoothly.  I weighed myself and have only gained 3 pounds.  The baby is the size of an apple.  I'm starting to be able to eat most foods again...even tried a little chicken.  I got a lemon ice...things were going peachy. 

Then, like an asshole, I got cocky.  Monday morning I thought to myself, "remember about two months ago, when you were nauseous every morning?...that really sucked...good thing I am at 15 weeks and a rock star and nothing bad will ever happen...ha ha ha, yay me!"  Clearly the pregnancy gods heard me and were like, "oh lady, you are getting cocky...this needs to end right now!"  So I got to work, wasn't hungry, so I just had some tea.  After about an hour I made a mad dash to the bathroom to barf it all up.  I made it through the entire 1st trimester without getting barfy; I thought I was safe!  Clearly, not.  Luckily I had a stash of crackers at my desk, and that seemed to calm my stomach...ugh.

Anyway, here is a pic of the mini belly at 15 weeks.  This was taken pre-barf when I was all cocky.  If you could see my face, it would say, "look at me in the 2nd trimester where everything is rainbows and lollipops..."  Oh how naive I was back then...

I ended up getting another nasty cold...so I'm not sure if the barfing was due to baby or illness.  I keep getting sick almost every week.  This kid has hijacked my immune system...in addition to my ability to drink wine...not sure which is worse.  Al thinks that the baby is a boy because it is being such an asshole.  We'll find out if he is right in another month!