Week 33, Day 4 (I feel pretty, oh so witty and wise..)

It's funny how you can misconcieve your own body.

There's no getting away from the huge, firm, almost perfectly spherical land mass that juts out in front of me (partic when viewed from the changing room triple mirror scenario!), but one just assumes the rest of one matches.

Running out of things to wear, I decided to try on a pair of capri pants from my closet, expecting to lose the battle somewhere about my knees. Imagine my shock then when these pre-pregnancy pants fitted with ease, and in fact, were very roomy about the butt and thighs.

The shirts aren't nearly as forgiving however, and I had to resort to a very pretty lime green number that I never wore because the only time Wayne saw me in it he remarked "you look pregnant in that". (That's the kiss of death to any outfit, LOL)

Now that I am resoundingly pregnant, the shirt (huge!) comes in very handy. However I'll be lucky to get another month out of it because there's only about 2cm's grace between my belly and the buttons!

Whew! We sidestepped the marquee for another month.

Btw, the reason we were in town for hours on Saturday was because the time had come to buy maternity bras.

What a bloody performance...

Apparently 90% of women who breastfeed are a size 14c or smaller (in full tit). Oh REALLY???? What about the very significant proportion of women who take bigger bras than that **before** they get pregnant? Hmmmm???

The bra manufacturers grudgingly throw in some 16-18 D's as a lukewarm gesture, but that's not going to cut the mustard either.

When I'm not with child, I normally take a 20DD bra (but prefer a 20EE in some fittings). Yep - to call my bosom generous is an understatement, which is why I prefer to rein them in with a close fitting cotton crop top.

Now that the udder is well under way (swing low, sweet chariot..) there is no way on this green earth I'm going to fit anything less than a 20FF.

Pah.

Three shopping malls, and seven bra shops later we finally found a 20FF. Beige, of course. But at least that's better than black! Thankfully it is cotton, and is actually incredibly comfy to wear, but there was only one and I'm going to need at least another ...

(and here's the kicker)

...in a double GG!

Y'see, we're still six weeks away from D-day, and naturally my milk has yet to come in. If I have a little bit of play in this double-F, post-baby I'm going to need a bigger bra.

It aint rocket science.

What's amusing though, is that in comparison with the bulge, the boobs look more reasonable in size. One matronly shop assistant scanned me and said "You'd take an 18 DD, I imagine?"

I could've kissed her ;-) (but I didn't need to get tangled up with store security)

While shopping, I kept finding myself stroking the gorgeous summer pajamas and wishing I could fit into them. In a moment of silly whimsy, I grabbed a pair and whisked them into the changing room.

Imagine my shock and delight to find they fitted .. with ease! Thank you very much, you're coming home with me! (And they were on a special, too!)

So today I'm dressed in my delicious pj's, which are far too nice to sleep in. I plan to stay in these all day til it's time to dress up like a grown up and go to the last antenatal class.

Wonder what they'd say if I rolled up in my cute pj's?