No, not that sort of cup - I'm referring to a much more personal sort of cup. Yeah, now you've got it - THOSE cups!
And it's something that I didn't even notice right away. Partly because I wore a loose-fitting babydoll style of dress with leggings today. And partly because of the lack-of-sleep-frying-my-brain thing that I'm rocking in full force these days. I mean, on two and a half hours of sleep who would notice that their bra was a bit snug at 7am? Not me!
But notice it I did when I thought that I had a hair tickling the back of my arm. Please tell me that I'm not the only person who absolutely cannot stand to have a hair on the back/side of my top brushing against my arm. It will literally drive me crazy until I have to find it and pluck the offender off of my shirt and away from my bare arm. I can't be the only one, I just know it. But back to my story.
So I was hunting for the offending curl and couldn't find it. I ran my hands along the side of my torso, looking for the beast, when I noticed that there was a little pudge around my bra strap. Huh - that's odd, I thought to myself. Then, even though there was no offending hair on the other side of my body, I checked my side bra strap over there as well. Yep, definite pudge.
There are only two options in my mind at this point - I'm either putting on too much weight, whcih cannot possibly be the case as I'm underweight for your average pregnancy, or I've got a little more up top than I had the previous day. And yes, it literally changes overnight.
What do you think my next move was?
If you guessed to check my cups - you'd be right! And boy did I get a nice surprise - there they were literally overflowing from my zebra-striped bra (sorry if that's TMI!). And do you know the first thought that popped into my head? "Well hello Ladies!" Yeah, said exactly like Angelina Jolie says about the cars in Gone in 60 Seconds.
And then this thought hit me - OMG, this means that I'm getting close. Keeping in mind that this all happened within the hour before my doctor's appt (you know, the one where I had been telling myself that NOTHING was going to have happened or progressed in hopes of good-jinxing myself?) I have to admit that I got a little excited. You see, this is something that I VIVIDLY remember happening in the week or few days before I actually went into labor with my daughter.
I might be a little fuzzy on the rest of the finer details, but my boobs growing another cup size in preparation for the little bundle of joy was not one of those forgettable moments. I mean, I had already grown a cup size during the early months of my pregnancy, so to have to run out and buy MORE new bras, in LARGER sizes in the days preceeding her birth isn't something that this solid B-cup girl was likely to forget. Even after eight years. LOL!
So what do you think? Do you think that this could mean good news at the doctor's office for me? I'm gonna be mean and make you wait to find out! I promise to post an update this afternoon when I get off of work - but it's almost 11pm at night right now (on the 15th) and I am honest enough to admit when I'm plumb worn out. Catch you later!