What am I talking about? Friends, I'm talking about my bosoms. They are gigantic and I have a funny feeling they are only going to get bigger. I prefer to live in the fantasy land that they will stay this big. Forever. Don't tell me they won't. I will convince myself that I, and only I, am the exception to the rule. My chest will stay full and buxom for many moons, they will never droop, they will stay perky. Call it naive optimism. Call it delusional. Call it what you want, these puppies are staying like this forever.
I am currently in my fat bra. The bra I wore when my weight gain became so intense it had to go somewhere else besides my thighs. Harry Potter (my baby's reference name) is fixin' on making some more changes to my body. I am now thinking I may have to buy about eight more bras before this thing is over.
"Why is this a problem?" say my flat chested friends (a club to which I previously belonged). It's a problem because tops that formerly showcased a somewhat flat stomach and modest rack now show a gut and a rack that insists on peeking out. It's a topic of conversation in the teacher's lounge. It's a target for the eyes of many a ten year old boy. I can't say I blame them. Mostly I just wear a scarf. All day. Over my boobs. Or a victorian high necked dress. Oh, and also it's a problem because they're really itchy.
Incidentally I am going to post my next blog just as I typed it, then you can see just how far a brain can go to the wayside. You may not even be able to read it.
1 comment:
While The western liberated here, do not wish to talk any real world science at all like this, out of fear that When the lady is pregnant their are many changes are going to occur in the body such that we need to change our life style and also our clothes fittings.
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