There is nothing very interesting to report here. Unless of course you find the fact that I have gone off garlic interesting.
I have not reached that pleasing stage where my boobs have gone bigger. They were a little splendid for one day and then went back to their normal, albeit perkier selves. According to my sister, if her pregnancies are anything to go by, I'll also belong to the percentile of women whose breasts don't increase by at least two cup sizes during pregnancy.
So instead of people talking to my new cleavage, as I can only imagine happens to Dolly Parton or Jessica Simpson, I'll have to get used to people talking to my belly. Which is already happening and is very very weird. Although I do believe that I am sporting the tiniest baby belly, it could still be mistaken for a little fat roll. And yet my belly gets glances or even talked to.
Jonny and I have agreed we will only do the belly pictures as soon as my belly is consistent and no longer disappears overnight. Much to the horror of one of my colleagues, who exclaimed I should have taken pictures from the very beginning. And then went on to say that my belly will never ever be the same again. Gasp. A missed opportunity. Don't you hate them?
3 comments:
Ahum.... Then dance!
On 33rpm!
'-)
En toch willen we buikfoto's!
Mine didn't get too huge either during pregnancy. I wore my largest "normal" bra the whole time. only now that I am breastfeeding did I need to by a new bra...one size bigger than normal.
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