Before I got pregnant, I had fairly small boobs. I liked them and they seemed to like me. We had a good time together. They hung out in my bra and we got on with it. Going to work, running round a hill, drinking cocktails in vintage crockery with my friends - they just went along with it, quietly and unobtrusively, down there in my bra.
And then, post-positive test:
And then, post-positive test:
BAM!
Because I'd just started taking the medication to help me try and join the conception dots, it never occurred to be that it might already have worked. All I knew was that my boobs HURT and they seemed to be desperate to escape the narrow confines of my bra. I'd stare down at them in the shower and wonder if they were really bigger, or whether it was my imagination. Then I'd try and apply shower gel to them, and they got really cross. So one day, I decided to carry out a scientific experiment. I got out the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, walked through to the living room and flashed my husband.
"Do these look bigger to you?"
He was eating his cornflakes at the time so he was a little non-plussed, but he recovered well and gave my swollen friends the once-over.
"Yeah. Definitely...bigger."
And then he went back to his cornflakes.
"It must be the medication," I said, tucking them back behind the modesty screen of my towel. "They're really tender too."
Tender? They felt like someone had stuck a bicycle pump into them, filled them full of gravel and then punched them for good measure before running away laughing. As I trussed my poor aching boobs into my bra, I wondered how long this strange side effect might last, but decided it wasn't the kind of thing I'd run past my doctor.
And then I decided to do that pregnancy test after all...and then I realised that these guys were here to stay.
I’d love to hear about your boobs and your pregnant life. Did they change? Are they changing? Or is there nothing, not even a flicker?
Because I'd just started taking the medication to help me try and join the conception dots, it never occurred to be that it might already have worked. All I knew was that my boobs HURT and they seemed to be desperate to escape the narrow confines of my bra. I'd stare down at them in the shower and wonder if they were really bigger, or whether it was my imagination. Then I'd try and apply shower gel to them, and they got really cross. So one day, I decided to carry out a scientific experiment. I got out the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, walked through to the living room and flashed my husband.
"Do these look bigger to you?"
He was eating his cornflakes at the time so he was a little non-plussed, but he recovered well and gave my swollen friends the once-over.
"Yeah. Definitely...bigger."
And then he went back to his cornflakes.
"It must be the medication," I said, tucking them back behind the modesty screen of my towel. "They're really tender too."
Tender? They felt like someone had stuck a bicycle pump into them, filled them full of gravel and then punched them for good measure before running away laughing. As I trussed my poor aching boobs into my bra, I wondered how long this strange side effect might last, but decided it wasn't the kind of thing I'd run past my doctor.
And then I decided to do that pregnancy test after all...and then I realised that these guys were here to stay.
I’d love to hear about your boobs and your pregnant life. Did they change? Are they changing? Or is there nothing, not even a flicker?