i can’t tell which are larger, my pregnant nipples or my pregnant breasts. this godforsaken first trimester is almost over (HURRY UP TIME, GAH!) and i’m already into my maternity/nursing bras.

i’ve never understood it when guys get all excited because they’ve knocked up their woman AND ZOMG THE PREGNANT BOOBS ARE AMAZING. really, they’re not. i mean, sure they’re HUGE, so if you’re all “bigger is better,” then ok fine… but keep in mind, big can be a bit scary at times, especially when you can’t figure out which is which, the breast or the nipple.

THAT WHOLE THING IS THE NIPPLE?!?!?

yes, yes it is. ::waggles eyebrows:: wanna get it on?

i fear the size of my nipplebreasts 6 months from now. FEAR. i’ve tried to think of a fruit that they may resemble by that point in time, and i can’t come up with one. this is probably because no fruit exists that large. trees cannot hold fruit that large from its limbs. it will die.

as is my self esteem. dying. slowly.

anyway, this week i did much babbling, over at ‘being pregnant’ so you should scope it out. we discussed all kinds of fun stuff, like the super powers of the pregnant woman’s nose. i taught the internet something new about how cool my dog is (pretend like you didn’t already know). and i couldn’t not share a story that my friend told me a few nights ago about her husband wigging out about their alien spawn. then i wrapped things up nicely with a little ribbon of love when i told you about jackson’s latest tantrum of awesomeness that makes me wonder how young he will be when he sees the shrink.