This is the week of no return.
My belly doesn't stick out a whole lot more in the front, but somehow, it's spread out more on the sides. As have my ass and thighs. My size leaped.
Now, where is no turning back from maternity pants. They're like wearing a comfy couch. It's kind of great.
Also, magically, this week all the initial maternity pants that I bought got too small.
I mean, not too small if you don't mind your legs all snausaged into your pants. But if you do - too small.
Which made me realize why they tell you to buy maternity clothes in your "normal" size. It's so that you can turn around three weeks later and buy another size up.
On the extreme upside, the boob fairy has been hard at work.
I actually had to put a camisole under a dress yesterday because I had too much cleavage. Like, it would've been inappropriate at work.
Cleavage! A word that really doesn't appear in the same sentence as Lisa, like, ever. Cleavage! Me!
For all you cleavage-havers out there, it's all Friday. For me, it's all, oooh, Christmas!