Okay, 13 years ago when I got pregnant with my son, I was a happy size C. Two years of breastfeeding knocked me up to a D. I was not happy about this. They got in the way, restricted arm movement and made shopping for clothes even more difficult then it was before. They deflated a bit afterwards and that wasn’t so great either.

So this time around, I was hoping just to stay the same. Nope…doesn’t look like I’m going to be that lucky. I have no idea what the final result will be, but I’m already starting to get more uncomfortable as my breasts prepare themselves to produce milk. Mind you, it’s nice to be perky again, as much as I ever get in that condition, but I was really hoping not to get any bigger. GRRRRRR!!!

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