Thought I'd share something fun today rather than bore you with regular updates.
On Saturday I ventured into the lingerie section at Nordstrom to purchase some items for friends' bridal showers coming up this summer. I had some items in my hand and the saleswoman asks if she can start me a room. I said sure, thanks (FYI - helps me gauge which size to purchase friends if I try things on first - then I know to go up/down a size if needed). Then she asks, have you been measured? You look like you're about a "D" cup.
Wait, what!?!? Did she just saw D cup? I almost laughed out loud, but realized she's probably exactly right. Before pregnancy, I was a C cup and now I'm totally spilling out of my bras so it makes sense that I would be a D cup. But that just sounds ridiculous to me! Anyway, E got a kick out of that when I got home and asked if I purchased anything for me. To his disappointment, I didn't mainly because I don't know if I'll get bigger. I sure hope not because these are big enough, but good lord - never thought I'd be a D!