Today, Gina and I went to the maternity store for the second time. The first time was extremely overwhelming...for both of us. I really didn't know what I was looking at. Each pair of pants had either an elastic band, or a large piece of material that is supposed to cover the popped baby belly. If my cravings continue I will also have to buy a pair. The capris look nice, and due to their short nature they won't be tight on my calves.
We needed a mission, or purpose, so we wouldn't be overwhelmed again. This time we had one: maternity bra. Gina's bras are getting tight and uncomfortable. There were so many bras to choose from. Gina had been given the advice to purchase one that was a cup size larger than her usual size. To make it a more efficient outing the sales associate measured her. Following the measurement Gina's mouth was agape and I was really excited. Apparently, my awesome wife was TWO cup sizes larger than normal. A D cup! She tried it on, and sure enough it fit.
As we were checking out the sales associate recommended body butter for the boobies. She said she uses it every night and went in to detail about where she puts it. Gina started talking about the booby body butter, too. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world and wanted them to keep talking about it. I pretended like I was invisible. I stood in one position, near Gina, hands at my side, not blinking, without moving. I guess it worked because the conversation continued for like 5 more minutes. It was glorious.
I guess pregnant women like talking about mom boobs no matter who's in the audience. I champion this banter as it is completely fine with me.
Mission accomplished, maternity bra...check!
