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Here I am...16 weeks pregnant and already I am as big as I was at 20 weeks when I was pregnant the first time. I am trying to be okay with this, I am trying to go with the flow.
My boobs are huge. I went to get a bra fitting the other day and I am a 38 D. I was a 34 B 16 weeks ago. My boobs look like huge baby bottles. I am a walking baby factory.
I have a dangerous craving...Chic-fil-a chicken biscuits in the morning. I am wearing those biscuits on my ass. Yes...my ass is huge.
I am growing a southern baby for sure. Lately I call it "biscuit baby." My self esteem is waning. I'm just a series of lumps. Just like Fergie said...My lovely lady humps.
2 comments:
i miss those boobs of yours. I cant wait to see you sometime in the near future. Christmas, perhaps.
Your lumps ARE lovely! Now go eat a biscuit.
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