Being pregnant has certainly been an experience of discoveries, and thus far very different from what I had expected. For example, I just knew deep down that my first sign of being pregnant would be kneeling in front of the WC. I still have yet to bow to the
porcelain god in this pregnancy. I also figured I'd be able to continue running throughout my
pregnancy. Yeah, tried that one the other day (only 3 miles!) - I spent the majority of the next day sleeping, and the waking hours lying around drooling on myself. But even with all my preconceived notions about pregnancy, nothing prepared me for this...
There I was at work the other day taking one of my frequent trips to the bathroom, and as I was leaning over the sink washing my hands I looked up and saw something I had never seen before. Yes, there it was in all it's glory -
cleavage. And it was on
MY body.
...And since then they have just kept growing.
This has caused a bit of a wardrobe
dilemma. No, it's not my stomach thus far that has kept me out of my usual clothes, it's my amazing boobs. I never realized just how well my clothes were fitted to my body until about 1 month ago - yes, all of them. I've gained about 8 pounds thus far - I swear a third of that weight is dedicated to my chest.
Now this is not to say I'm usually flat chested...it's just that out of my whole family, I think the only female who is shorter than me and has smaller breasts is my youngest cousin - and she hasn't even hit puberty yet! So in a
sense, discovering
cleavage for me was like becoming a part of the womanly/motherly club in my family.
For some woman their period marks the day they entering womanhood - but for me, may this blessed milestone forever be the day I discovered
cleavage.
The technician asked us if we had any premonitions of what the baby is. Sam was quick to explain that his guess was a boy since I have been plentiful of burps for the past 4 months. The technician's response was, "Well your daughter is going to be quite the burper!"
She is quite the busy little thing. About every single doctors appointment I've had, someone makes a comment about how she won't stop squirming! At my checkup yesterday, the doctor kept having to chase the baby around just to hold a heartbeat long enough to get a proper count. Sam and I are convinced she's already hosting tea parties inside there.
