Jami is Getting Top Heavy

So, my center of gravity has shifted, just a bit. Enough that I occasionally start to tip faster than expected when I'm leaning forward. My expanding belly? Partially, but more than that . . I'm going to stop here for a moment to recommend that my dad (and anyone else who doesn't want to hear about my expanding bra size) go read some other page. Might I suggest the News of the Weird? Back to our story. I'd lost some weight before getting myself into this predicament and had gone down a bra size as well. The first pregnancy symptom I had was the boob pain. Followed by the fact that I wasn't fitting in the smaller bras. A friend gave me some maternity bras in the next size up that she'd bought, but had been too small for her- still had the tags. They were fantastic - for about two weeks. Then I outgrew those. The discomfort got so intense I literally got to the point I couldn't take it, and said to the Husband, "Dinner will be late. I'm going out to by a new bra. Right now." And left. I considered asking someone if I could pay for them and then wear one home. I thought about trying to change in the parking lot, but they did have video surveillance ("Tonight, on Stupidest Customers, the Briefly Topless Pregnant Lady . . . ..") Arriving home from the store, I immediately changed and I am sure you heard the sigh of relief, wherever you live. It's probably what caused that weird shift in a weather a few weeks ago, remember? Yup. Life was grand . . . Except now I am already bursting outof the top of those. I'm about to run out of the sizes they sell in stores. I'm looking at two options 1. Mail Order or 2. Hire two midgets to walk around under them and hold them up. THEN a good friend of mine informs me that they really take off once you get your milk in. If that's true, at that point, I'm going to need an engineer to design a support, and some sort of government-funded program to help me stand up. Seriously. Even my MOM was laughing at me yesterday. Sigh. I promise, from here on out, no more discussions of my boobs. Unless something really funny happens. But let's hope not.