Goodbye, brown dress, hello big chest!

By now I have come to terms with the fact that pregnancy means having to say goodbye to many a beloved article of clothing, some maybe permanently. (I have also come to terms with the fact that I may never return to my 110-pound self, which is more than ok) Some people would be excited about this and see it as a chance to by new clothes. I, on the other hand, see it as a reason to mourn. I hate shopping for new clothes. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I tend to become very attached to my clothes and want to wear them until they fall apart or until I grow out of them. This has not happened since I was approximately 16, so about 5% of my pre-pregnancy wardrobe were things that I had actually bought in high school!

Pregnancy changed all that. In the past 5 months, I've been outgrowing clothes at an alarming rate. First my real pre-pregnancy clothes, then the 2-sizes-bigger-than-my-own-that-I-have-been-kidding-myself-were-pre-pregnancy-clothes and now, my maternity clothes! Yes, the first article of maternity clothing I ever purchased (ok, that was purchased for me by my loving, doting mother) no longer fits. And it's not because I've gained weight (though I have). Nor is it because of my expanding mid-section. No! It's because my CHEST NO LONGER FITS INTO IT!

Only those who know me can appreciate the true irony in this. I am one of those girls who started and stopped developing early. I mean, I was one of the first in my class to start wearing a training bra, but while everyone else caught up to me and kept growing, I stopped right there! I was a 32 -almost A. I was just a few degrees short of being concave. Once, while shopping for cheap (as in reasonably-priced) lingerie with my sister-in-law at a sidewalk market in Brazil I was told by the saleswoman herself that I did not need a bra. Yes, it was probably true, but hey, if I want to buy a bra, let me buy a bra! So the fact that my chest is the ONLY part of me that does not fit into a particular article of clothing is truly amazing indeed.