My cup[s] overfloweth

Photo courtesy Torode

Captain Husband and I rang in the New Year by traveling to western Pennsylvania to spend the holiday with my family since we had spent Christmas with his mom and dad in Chester County; New Year's Eve also happens to be my mom's birthday so we managed to have a belated Christmas and celebrate her birthday all at once. We rang in the New Year like it was 1989, and spent the evening watching the Three Stooges marathon on cable and eating pizza and drinking chocolate milk (believe me, getting to stay up 'til midnight and being allowed to drink chocolate milk all night long was a very big deal when I was 10; not that much has changed, really.)

While I was home, my mom took me out shopping for some new maternity clothing and bras. Now I know that I've, ahem, expanded a bit in the chesticular region, but even I was taken aback by just how much I've grown in the last few months. Before I found myself in the family way, I was a busty 38-C. I am now the proud owner of some 42-Ds. I'm still in a slight state of shock, though CH is pretty pleased with the developments. The worst part is that I'll probably go up another size or two before this is all said and done. We're talking black-eye city if these things aren't properly restrained and I've been sleeping in a sports bra every night. And I still have six months left to go!