26
2011
Rydia, what have you done to my boobs?!
While Jenn’s boobs have disappeared into the abyss of nothingness boobs, mine seem to have…well…blown up. Now, this is a classic pregnancy trait, and I should embrace it because they will be giving baby girl all the milk she can get out of them. But when you go from wearing 42DD’s comfortably to practically popping out of the 44DD’s that you have in case of emergency1, that’s where I draw the line.
A few weeks ago, I took a look in the mirror after sex and I cried. Yes, I seriously cried over my boobs. Ronnie laughed. Of …
- Not only popping out, but I have to loosen the damn things to not feel constricted ↩
An article by Nat Marie 
Hoi thar.
namari.org was created with new beginnings in mind. This is the story of a New Yorker toughing it out in the wild palm-tree infested, no snow territory of California with her super dorky gamer addict fiance. Her name is Nat Marie, and this is her story; told with sarcasm and caffeine.
