One of the oddest physical changes in my pregnancy is the change in size, color, and shape of a part of my body that rhymes with “schmipples”
Not only are they practically the size of salad plates, but ONE of them seems to want much more attention than the other.
ONE of them is always, erm, set to high-beams. It’s so embarrassing. No matter what shirt or sweater or parka I wear, I’m always pointing straight ahead...
...unless I’m not wearing a bra. Then I’m pointing to China.