Since earlier in the week I have been battling this stuffy nose, congestion nastiness that crept up on me. Well, in reality my husband brought it home from work from one of those lovely people who spreads their germs everywhere… The gift that just keeps on giving! Thus my husband who never gets sick, is sick right along with me!
So what in the heck does this have to do with being pregnant? Well in my typical hysterical pregnancy style, this has turned into a blog post I just had to write… Why? Because my newest conclusion is that pregnancy is like a wet t-shirt contest…
Last night, late… well more like early this morning I got up to blow my nose.
Blow… blow… blow…
Then I noticed that there was something soaking wet on my shirt… In a moment of disgust I looked down to scope out my shirt thinking there must be some kind of snot nastiness there… Nope. Nothing…
But there was a huge wet spot… And I couldn’t figure out where the hell it came from. I am not the brighest crayon at 3am.
Then it dawned on me… lovely… My boobs are leaking… already?!?!?
I blew my nose so hard… I sprung a leak… Literally!
I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off… I mean really? Seriously? Did that just happen??
Oh the joys of Pregnancy!