I realize that I’m fortunate to be able to become pregnant at my age (38), but this is out of control. I had no idea my chest would swell up already - and I’ve got months & months to go.
plus I’m crabby…grrrrr
Hmm. Umm… Hmm.
Pics? 
The first 3 months and the last couple of weeks are the worst. You’ll be feeling better soon.
Anyway, the seriously scary boobage doesn’t happen until after they’re born.
rats! I was afraid of that. My sister told me about a friend whose boobage swelled up and levitated several hours after she’d given birth.
This whole business is freaky.
photopat, I know how you men are - once you saw my nipples that’d be the end of any future Great Debating. It’d be like “But Fessie, Kant said …boobies boobies boobies… uh…never mind” 
Ditto on the scary post-delivery boobage. I wasn’t really paying that much attention to them, but my ex was amazed and wouldn’t shut up about it.
I remember indulgently thinking it was all in his head,wishful thinking or some weird psuedo jealousy thing as they were now temporary property of the baby. I was much busier trying to figure out that natural breast-feeding stuff.
A few months later I was putting pictures in the baby book and omg, he was so right! Imagine how a plain old nightgown would look on you if you wore your best Wonder bra under it, except naturally I wasn’t wearing anything. Best cleavage of my life and I was busy with lactation, d’oh!
Now imagine an equally impressive increase when you had always done pretty well in the cleavage department in the first place. Levitation is about right.
I was expecting to come here reading about a 62-year old porn addict.
Me, I thought it would be a history – a trip down mammary lane.
(If it were an oral history, that’d be even better.)
Cocoa butter, aloe, and such. Any temporary skin expansion must be aided by massive doses of moisturizers. Only you can minimize stretch marks.
Wow, you got your boobs over 11 years before conception, eh? My, you must have been precocious.
…Couldn’t help but remember…
Best postpartum boobs ever, aka “the REAL Golden Globes”.
tee-hee-hee…
You realize I do this because I have no pregnancy-boob stories of my own. Yet.
No, no; I figure it’s 25 years each.
50 years? Tanks for the mammaries.
Dudes it’s a matter of circumference. I’m not kidding - I’m nearly there. Egad! Last night Hubby drove over a speed bump & I yelped.
I was so relieved when I got told I shouldn’t breastfeed and my boobs returned to normal size. Gotta be one of the better times in my life.