I smell like pee pee. I really do. And can I just tell you, I'm getting a sweatrash under my boobs.
My boobs -- which were already pretty big to begin with -- weigh about twice as much as they did before I got pregnant. I haven't yet gone to purchase a maternity bra, but I will.
Last time I was at Petticoat Fair was before my wedding. They fitted me and I learned I'm not a 36 D, but a 34 F. Pretty cool, huh?
I think I will need to ditch my sportsbras soon. They've been such faithful companions through so many yoga classes. And they're cotton, which is nice and comfy.
I realize I should be blogging about the yoga philosophy class I took today/yesterday/Saturday, but it's quite late and my brain is about age thirteen right now.
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