“They’re big, they’re firm and they’re sensitive, and they’re working hard to get the dairy open in time.” Great Expectations.
I have always thought of milk production as a strictly bovine occupation - then I got pregnant. Now I’ve gone up a cup size and the actual function of my breasts are becoming obvious. It’s creeping me out. (Honestly, the idea of another human being growing inside me is also disturbing, but that goes under the “Holy shit, I’m going to be mother!” panic.)
Wow, in the first response. [Wet blanket] Look do you really want to see pasty white mammaries criss-crossed by blue veins and sitting above an enlarged - and equally pale - abdomen?[/WB] Even the family cats are getting a little weirded out.
Young Kittie: What’s going on with her?
Old Cat: She’s pregnant. Keep your distance.
YK: What’s pregnant?
OC: Females go crazy then little ones come. She’ll beat up on The Big Guy the entire time.
Also, in about 9 months your tits will leak in public at the sound of any kid crying. Good times, good times.
Hopefully your husband wouldn’t be the type that would record your baby’s crying on his cell phone so as to get back at you for repeatedly squirting him in the face with breast milk.
In order for Ms. Mouse to provide a citation, she would need only ask her spouse or some other person to sign on as a guest and testify that her condition is as described.
What is the point of asking for a cite?
As any experienced internet participant should know, the proper request upon reading her original statement would be. . .
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Mouse_Spouse is an amature photographer that hopes to be a professional one day. He has many good quality cameras, digital photo manipulation software and a computer powerful enough to store all of this.
The irony: My beloved prefers to take pictures of landscapes and wildlife. Sorry Dopers, unless my chest begins to rivial the Grand Tetons, there will be no pics. (I’m asking for my own cheapo digital camera for Yule/Christmas, so there will be some around-the-house photos.)
Hypothetical Conversation
MS: Honey, let’s take your picture.
MM (cranky and very hormonal): [Snarl] Why? Do I qualify as a landscape now?[/S]
MS: No, but you’re acting like a wild animal.
It’s both humbling and wonderful. Nature doesn’t let us women forget that we are animals-- we’re reminded of that every month, or by experiences such as yours.
P.S. your breasts haven’t finished growing yet. I went from a B to a DD+
P.P.S. That was a LONG time ago, so current pics would prove both pointless and disturbing.
Oh, the boobie fairy showed up, huh? Yeah, I went from modest, perky little A cups to D cups, then back to As that were no longer so perky. You know that joke about wearing a size 36-long bra? That’d be me
Nosy time: are you planning to nurse? I didn’t plan to, but we were young and broke and formula is pricey, and the doc reminded that if I started nursing and didn’t dig it, I could stop, but the opposite wasn’t so easy. I started out all half-hearted and then got the blues when the little one decided to wean herself at nine months. I could have easily become one of those Moms who would nurse 'til the kid was two.
You think you’ve got boobs now, eh? Just wait until your milk comes in! I was a 36D when I got pregnant, and got a little bigger while carrying. Then, three days post-partum, my milk came in. Holy cow! I looked like I had cantaloupes on my chest. My husband loved it. It was kind of fun (and took my mind off of the shifting internal organs for a couple of days). Then the leaking at night started. Ugh. I’m surprised I didn’t ruin our mattress pad.
Have fun experiencing all the weird things your body does while playing host to a cute l’il parasite!
Heh-heh. I went “knockers nuclear” a good 6 months before I started showing. Everyone encouraged me to enter a wet t-shirt contest because I was so boobilicious. But they’re not “fun” (for the woman, anyway). If someone stared too long they started to hurt.
What’s going on with her?
Must be interesting.
