I finally

did it.  I got new bras.

Anddd I've gone up three cup sizes.  That's a cup size for every month I've been pregnant.  Which is pretty much the most ridiculous thing in the world.  I don't know what I'm going to do once I'm actually producing milk because as of right my boobs are just blowing up like freakin' balloons.  Sigh.

In other news, Paul and I are trying to sort out our anniversary trip.  Originally we planned for Catalina but Paul is really worried about the whole baby thing and the fact that neither of us are familiar with the area.  He would rather go to Disneyland for a couple of days than Catalina.  Which is fine- I just would have liked to know about it sooner.  But what can you do.  Paul's not much for planning and I'm relatively irritable.  All the time.

Being preggers is awesome.

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