No, you can't get me another size. I am a dress size 6-8 and wear medium when applicable. I never buy clothes that are outside of that range, unless of course I can score a size 4 that is clearly cut too large. This weekend I suffered from Bad Body Image (BBI). Just when I thought my pregnant muffin top had blossomed into a clear baby bump, my boobs did the same...muffin topped out the top of my bra. A really bad look. My sister thankfully had a few D cup bras left over from her pregnancy, which got me through the weekend, but I'm thinking I have 5 months left...and I am clearly heading toward double D's. Someone call Jessica Simpson's dad for inappropriate commentary, please.

I went to yoga this morning, got dressed at the yoga studio for work and looked ridiculous. The shirt I pulled out of my closet looked like a tent under the canopy of the melons on my chest. No wonder my back has been aching. On my way into the office, I veered off toward downtown, made a quick trip into Nordstrom where I compromised my standards and bought a size large shirt in the teeny bobber section. Anything to get me through this day. I, of course, started with the medium, I had just come out of 90 mins of hot yoga, so I was feeling overly confident. When the sales gal came back to check on me, and said in her high pitch, sing-song voice, "can I get you another size?", I was forced to reply, 'yea, a large, please".

I guess this is the point where my modesty starts to go to the wayside. It's a steep and slipperly slope, because truthfully I should have asked for an XL for my XXX boobs. Oh pregnancy joy!