My bosoms clearly take the baby business seriously for they aren’t messing around. In the last couple of weeks they have enlarged and transformed themselves from innocent womanly curves into some kind of firm, loaded weaponry laughing in the face of my previous bras and refusing to be neatly contained by shirts.
Oh bosoms! To think you had been lulling me into a false sense of security all those years! When all along you had been biding your time to run away wielding your own crazy agenda.
On the other hand, compared to my fiercely swelling chest my baby bump looks positively svelte. And I’m torn between horror and fascination thinking “I wonder whatever will happen next?” (Although the answer to that is probably vomiting).
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Cats: Ah! and I are adjusting (re-adjusting in my case) to having a cat around the house, and I’m taking a great deal of pleasure in the little exchanges of affection that one can have with a different species. It’s good to be a mammal. Which leads me onto…
Bosoms: [speechless]
Cats: Ah! the_heiress and I are adjusting (re-adjusting in my case)
Yes, please post some cat adventures.
Bosoms: [speechless]
Just wait until I give brith and start talking about my ladyflower.
Before you get up eat crackers and drink a pepsi/coke.
I know everyone has advice… but that stuff worked for me.
oh…non-caffene coke/pepsi because caffine made me barf even more. And cereal made me throw up too.