Possibly TMI

So I bit the bullet yesterday and went shopping for new bras. 

As I walked into Victoria's Secret past all of the skinny mannequin bitches on display, I purposely avoided the swimsuit section.  I grabbed a few 34C's thinking that would suffice, and headed to the dressing rooms. 

To my horror, they were all too small.  Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have this problem if my belly wasn't growing equally as big. 

The lovely dressing room worker confirmed my intuition.  The bras were too small.  She left to retrieve some 34D's.  Holy Shit. 

Well, the D's worked and I was let back out into the store to get the color preference I needed.  All I wanted was a nude one and a black one.  Practical. They had neither.  Apparently there's a big market for 34D's in the plain and simple color selection.  As much as I would love to own some neon pink, lacy yellow, and bedazzled orange bras, I just couldn't justify the cost with the practical side of it. 

So out the door I went, sending a frantic text to my husband. 

His response was something about almost being to playboy size.  Men.

My response was that I might let him touch them, if he bought me the new bras. 

They are shipping to our house as we speak. 

Well played, Callie.  Well played. 

6 Months

As I approach the 6 month mark, I thought I'd share this picture.

My dear friend Caitlin, sent this to me.  I think it's totally appropriate!

Countdown is on!  Come onnnnn October!  Can't wait to meet the little princess that kicks me constantly.  I'm hoping she's nicer on the outside :)