Huuuuuuuuge Boobs

OMG I must have the biggest (real) boobs ever. I already have pretty big knockers to begin with for my size, and now they're borderline fake-looking. I tried for as long as I could to just wear my normal 34Cs, until my husband caught me changing one day and demanded we go to Victoria's Secret that instant.

I guess you know it's bad when a dude notices your bra isn't even covering half of your nip anymore. I informed him that my VS bras are $50 a pop, and suggested we browse Target's selection before throwing down serious cash on a size I'd only need for a few more months. I found one, and no offense to Gilligan O'Malley, but girlfriend has no business being in the bra marketplace. After 2 hours of wearing it, the hard stitching was itching the crap out of my already-itchy boobs and back, and I was forced to take it off in a restaurant bathroom and throw it away. There's a reason they're only 12 bucks.

So we took a little drive down to Vickie's and I got myself 2 proper bras--my fave--the Dream Angel with no padding, and went up one cup size to a D. And seriously, they're still a little snug. But I have something called pride, and refuse to join the multiple letter club, and shall do anything in my power to keep these boulders a size D til McBaby's birth. Then when he comes out, I know all hope will be lost, and these puppies will turn into sloppy floppy milk dispensers and there's no Dream Angel that can mask that.

Here's a pic of me at 21 weeks with my massive boobies and basketball stomach that is seriously protruding straight out. It doesn't even look real, even to me. Not sure how I should take when strangers ask me how far along I am, and upon response say something like, "Wow, you're reeaaaallly showing!"

Uh....thanks?

It's A....

BOY! We finally found out at exactly 20 weeks that indeed, we're expecting a little boy in April 2012! It's pretty much amazing to know now, and my shopping habit has already spiraled dangerously out of control. I hit up TJ Maxx, Nordy's, Janie and Jack, Neiman's and Babies R Us all within the first 24 hours, and all I'm going to say is that McBaby is going to give Rachel Zoe's kid a run for his money on the number of shoes in his closet.

He looked so freaking cute during the 3D ultrasound (SO crazy to be able to call him a HE now!), and was moving around like a little monkey in there. The tech couldn't even get a good look at his face because of the number of backflips he was doing, and at one point was burying his face into his hands and hiding. He's definitely already got a personality on him! The doctor was able to get the money shot of his little mug after jabbing me repeatedly with the ultrasound wand, which basically made me pee my pants a little. But, seriously...worth it.

Here's the video Kevin and I made to tell everyone the baby's gender. It was the Happiest Thanksgiving yet!

Mr. Kicky Pants

I've been feeling overwhelmingly lately that I'm preggers with a BOY! Which, if you know me, is the exact opposite of what I've been saying it is the whole time. There's just something that keeps screaming BOY to me, even though everyone and their mother insists it's a girl, given what I've been going through.

The latest in my joyous ride of being knocked up is a three-letter word that you pray doesn't ever happen when you're outside the confinement of your home: G-A-S. Let me just tell ya bout my Friday night.

My husband was out of town on a boy's weekend, so I invited my girlfriends over for dinner. Only on the way home, I was struck by the Gas Devil--only problem is that there was no actual air coming out, so it just kept building and building on top of the huge stomach I've already managed to grow. Laugh all you want, you fools! But trust me, there is no gas pain like pregnancy gas pain. My friend Amanda even tried moving my legs the way you do for an infant who's constipated (see photo)! But honestly, it was the GasX that did the trick.

After the pain just just about to go away, I noticed a dog barking outside behind the house and realized hey that's my dog. Sure enough, it was my Jack Russell Oliver being viciously attacked by two raccoons the size of Chuy Bravo (shame on you if you don't know who he is). We all screamed bloody murder for about 5 minutes straight. But when NO neighbors offered to help, we were forced to go in a break up the fight ourselves. All credit is due to Amanda, who bravely yanked Ollie out of the grasp of the fatter coon.

Needless to say, 4 hours of intense gas pain and screaming uncontrollably can't be the best for your fetus, and all I could do was rub my belly and keep apologizing. And I think Mr. Kicky Pants appreciated it, because I felt my first little kick right after. He's given me a few more since too, like after I ate a massive bowl of bean chili, and then yesterday when I finally laid down in bed after hours of shopping. See? Told ya it's a boy!

One week to go til we have confirmation, and I cannot wait! Til then! May the Gas Devil never bear his ugly soul on you....

Let The Registering Begin!

I told myself I was gonna wait to register until I found out the sex of McBaby--but considering I thought I'd know by now, I just couldn't help myself in at least starting it! It all began this past weekend when I dragged Kevin to a store called "The Pampered Tot." We bartered--if he came with me to check out this specific stroller I'd had my eye on, I'd watch the entire Oregon game with him that night.

The stroller that I just had to see in person was the Uppa Baby Vista. And lemme tell ya, this it blew my mind. I'm literally obsessed with it. Not only is it super cute, comes standard with a bassinet and toddler seat, it also has a bassinet stand that later turns into a hamper! And it's cheaper than the Bugaboo, which I never even wanted in the first place.

While I was livin' it up at the PT, the owner told me they do most of their business online, and I could totes register here! I looked into it, and they sell all the fun stuff I want that I can't get somewhere like Babies 'R Us or something--like Serena & Lily bedding and the most amazing stroller in all the land. Score!

I went directly home to begin my registry at PT, and still only have one thing on it--it's a start right??? I was so excited about starting it that I then went right to Babies 'R Us and started one there too!

So this is my life now--blogging about strollers and baby registries. Deal with it!

Coming Out!

I feel like singing at the top of my lungs on my desk right now, "I'm coming out!!!!" But that would only make this day even wilder.

Today, 11/1/11, I told my bosses I was pregnant. It's only taken me 17 weeks and 2 days! Here's how it all went down: My co-worker (and fellow pregger) and I took the girls we work with into the studio so that she could share her big news with them, since she'd been keeping hers a secret. On our way back to the office, we decided it was a better time than any to just be out with it and tell our bosses tag-team style about our double whammy news.

We walked into their office and sat down to tell them we had some news. And then Amanda calmly stated, "Bridget and I are having babies." SO much better than the verbal diarrhea that would have spewed out of my mouth. One of my bosses looked like he'd just walked in on his parents having sex, and the only way to explain the other one's expression is that it screamed of sheer dissatisfaction.

The meeting went as well as could be expected, with a few super awkward moments, like when one boss suggested us doing a live birth on YouTube, and the other one only opening his mouth to ask one single question: "When are you going to start to show?" Answer...."Ummm....now???"

I'm SO relieved to have the news out in the open, but I'm a little anxious for what's next...pretty soon they're going to be wondering what my "plan" is post-baby, and I just have a feeling it'll be different from what they had in mind--what, bringing the baby to work with me isn't cool??? I kid....not really, though.

In other news, we still don't know the sex of McBaby! Stubby McStubbornson decided to have his/her legs crossed the entire ultrasound, despite the fact that he/she was doing some sort of jazz-tap number all the while. We'll have to wait til November 21st (week of Thanksgiving) now, and will be doing our big reveal on Turkey Day! Place your bets now, people!