My. Bust. Is. Massive.
So much so that my cute little bump is now being overshadowed (figuratively and literally) by the enormous mountains towering above.
I just look fat again. Fat and busty.
Like, g cup busty.
Other that that, nothing to report. We’ll be 18 weeks Wednesday.
Have a scan booked for next Friday to find out if we’ll be team Blue (again) or team Pink. I’m not leaning one way or the other despite shedding a few tears last time over the thought of having a boy and never going wedding dress shopping. So in that respect, Pink would be super. But in terms of all the great stuff we have and all the great things we do with our super can’tbelieveIeverthoughtIwantedanythingtobedifferent little Man, another Blue would be great.
That being said, we have a girl name we didn’t use that I’d be thrilled to give to a little pink bean. We only had one Blue name and it’s living and breathing and likely destroying something as I type. So we’d need to come up with another…which is hard!
Hopefully we’ll get an answer at the appointment and we can put the wondering to rest.
Unlike the wonder b.ra which is unlikely to get a moments rest until Obi enters the world. Preferably in about 22 weeks from now.