Let me be up front, honest, and frank. This post is going to be about boobs. Leave if you must, stay if you will, but know you enter at your own risk.
I think there should be a saying for boobs parallel to the Real World tag line. It would go something like “Pregnancy. It’s where boobs stop being perky and start getting real.” Really real. They stop looking like boobs and start looking like large jugs or wine skins or half filled water balloons (this only applies to second pregnancies.) Even underwire and push up mechanisms can not save them from looking like two feed sacks fighting to go in different directions. Didn’t Bette Midler sing a song about “over the shoulder boulder holders?”
I could go on, but I think I’ve been inappropriate enough.