My boobs are perhaps the most glaring side effect of second trimester pregnancy. I marvel at them daily, primarily because I’ve always wanted boobs, more than I ever wanted Malibu Barbie or front row tickets to a Debbie Gibson concert. If the 11-yr old Heather had known that the pregnant 28-yr old Heather was going to have so much glorious boobage, the 11-yr old Heather never would have worn that poorly designed padded bra for so many months
I had one of those weekends. You know the one where a girl invites you somewhere and you go and it's all like crazy? I had nothing better to do still (considing that my computer was without hardrive :( ). Keeping my evenings free usually is my top priority. That and waking up early in the morning which never seems to happen because I stay out late at night and or hangout in front of my computer doing nothing. It can't even be decribed as hanging out still cause I don't hang. I don't know how to.