Monday, March 26, 2007

They're real, and they are spectacular...and sore

Ok, so I suppose I've learned one thing that's great about pregnancy.


In a matter of days, I'm about to forfeit my chest to the little kickboxer that has been rooming inside me for almost 10 months now, but on date night Saturday, they were all mine. As a lifelong flatchested gal, I never cared about not having big boobs and I've talked here before about not getting the allure. Until now. Before dinner I noticed C staring at me from the couch with a slight smile. I asked him what the smirk was all about. Innocently he said "nothing" and tried to focus on the TV. And that's when I knew.

He was staring at the boobs.


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