32 Fuck me

Not much to report on the old preggo front, apart from going to Bravissimo on Friday for a new bra fitting - my boobs being all big and swollen now, they just don't fit in any of my old 34D ones. I was sized up by a very nice lady who pronounced that I was now the proud owner of a pair of 32F breasts. Or, as my husband put it, "32 Fuck me! Ding ding ding! Cherry cherry cherry! Jackpot jackpot jackpot!"

So off I headed to the checkout. "You'll be back," said the girl knowingly as I handed over my Switch card. "We just had a lady in who's only halfway through her pregnancy, and she's already gone up to an L cup." Gulp...

In other news, our flat went up for sale yesterday... and apparently this evening a couple have put in an offer after their first viewing. In the morning we'll find out what it is... and if the owners of the nice big 3-bed house we saw tonight will accept an offer under the £250k 3% stamp duty threshold. So we could be on the move... or not!