Joe has this most ludicrous, hilarious hiccups in the whole world. It's like "hic-CUP" and I love them. They make me laugh, though I always feel bad because everyone knows having hiccups is miserable.
Baby's been getting into hiccuping lately and I just have to laugh every time I feel those little rhythmic "bomp bomp bomp" movements and wonder what they will sound like when this little wiggle worm is on the outside. Poor baby. Poor Joe. They have to endure so much laughter from me.
On a completely different note I was forced to go shopping today. I am not a woman who enjoys shopping. The words "retail therapy" do not apply to me. I wear clothes until they fall apart and am then forced to replace them. I've reacted in a similar way to buying maternity clothes. I would resist vehemently until it became physically impossible to make my clothes continue being wearable. Even today I wandered out in public in a sweater I thought was reasonable until I realized that during regular activities it really ceases to be long enough. ~le sigh~
Today I was forced to go out in search of new bras. If this is too awkward of a topic for you, stop right here. Scroll back up and read more about baby hiccups.
For the past couple weeks my bras have become unbearable. The underwires were digging into me, everything was just tight and uncomfortable. I don't really feel like I've gotten bigger but my poor rib cage says otherwise. After last week at work being completely stressful I decided that enough was enough. It's bad enough when you feel stressed out and cranky without adding uncomfortable bras into the mix. The decision was made. This weekend I would solve this problem.
I boldly strode into Target on a mission. I figured I was up maybe a size. Firmly in a C cup probably with some serious space needed for my ribs. I gathered 4 options around this size guesstimate. Not even close people! NOT EVEN CLOSE! I rolled out of there with bras that are 1-2 cup sizes bigger than my normal bra size and 2 sizes bigger around. What the criminy?! I was not expecting those shenanigans but good grief! No wonder I've been so dang uncomfortable! Now I just hope that I won't outgrow these because that would make me very sad. I erred on the side of a smidge roomy instead of a snug fit to accomodate for this, but frankly, I am shocked by my discovery today and no longer feel that I have any idea what is coming next.
Finally, dressing room lighting and mirrors are never flattering but they feel especially cruel when you have a big old belly hanging out there. In spite of the numerous opinions I've heard, I feel like Little Blum is sitting low on my body and frankly my belly looked like a ludicrous potato sack hanging off of me in that mirror. Curse you Target dressing room!! (shakes fist to the heavens.)
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