My Boobs Are Taking Over the World

My boobs have gone into overdrive in the last week. Since Monday, they’ve grown about a cup size, and they’re killing me. Not that I’m complaining. They look great. So great that I’ve had to institute a policy of “look but don’t touch” for my husband, who can’t get enough of them.

This time around, I haven’t had a whole lot of pregnancy symptoms. Last time, I was sick as a dog until the miscarriage. The day the sickness abated, I was relieved. Now I realize that the day I felt better was the day my baby died. So at this point, I’m really welcoming any symptoms, however unpleasant, that tell me everything is proceeding.

My gal pals who have been through miscarriage and pregnancy before, most of them multiple times on both counts, assure me that the cramping I’ve been feeling the whole time and the sudden and significant breast enlargement are good signs. When the cramping got less, I got panicky. But then my boobs exploded.

This is encouraging, but I’d feel a lot better if I felt a lot worse…