DISCLAIMER: The following is going to delve into TMI territory. Consider this your warning, boys (and any childless females that'd like to continue to believe that pregnancy is all sunshine & rainbows - although, you'd have to be a new blog reader to still feel that way....) Stop reading now. Don't scroll down. I mean it. And if you don't heed this advice, you can't say I didn't warn you.
Sitting on the couch in my PJ's last night, things started to...um...leak. Now, there's been some slight leakage in the past, but nothing that has left a quarter-sized wet spot on my (husband's, lol) tshirt. It has begun. Looks like my days of sleeping braless are over for the next year or so.
Ironically, I was accused of stuffing my bra in 7th grade by some mean boys (I was an early bloomer.) Now, I will actually be stuffing my bra - with breast pads. Ah, pregnancy.
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