Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin

Hi all,

I know it has been.... forever, and I'm so sorry, but I'll probably post five blogs today alone so I can get caught up. OK so, besides a slowly growing belly, I have been experiencing some other body changes. First, (warning there is about to be talk of boobs), my boobs are out of control. So at the very beginning they would be so tender, I would shield them from the water when I was in the shower. It was ridiculous. Then they started growing, which wasn't so bad. Dave just told me I looked like a Victoria Secret model. Too bad they don't have Victoria Secret Maternity, I think I'll write them a letter. So, I take a trip to the bra shop and by the basic super support with concealing petals, in the three basic colors, boring. I assumed that I was done, my torso is only so big, they couldn't possibly get any bigger. Wrong, I am approaching Dolly Parton proportions. You know those bras they have in the very back of the store that look like double bowling ball slings, yeah that's where I'm headed. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that I was carrying the baby in my breasts yeesh.
That, however was not even the most traumatic change I experienced. I debated about whether or not I was ever going to tell anyone, but I decided that we're all friends so why not. I woke up one morning in my 14th week, and I swear I had a small goatee(sp?). You know those little chin beards, but it was only on the right side. I flipped out and immediately tweezed every last hair with an extreme vengeance! Are you kidding me? I know my hormones are all crazy, but this is the last thing I need, to be the bearded lady! Not cool, so every morning I wake up and inspect my face for five o'clock shadow, and tweeze away any stubble I find. Not quite what I pictured myself doing during my pregnancy, but I guess I'd rather have a few chin hairs than morning sickness.