When I was pg with DD, I went from an A cup to a B (wow!) and they kept getting in the way - very annoying! I just used to push them aside...
This time around, I started off as a 10C (due to no more stress and finally getting up to the weight I'm supposed to be for my height!), and I'm bursting out of my bras, so for the first time in my entire life, I'll be in a D cup!!! DH is VERY happy about that, although he's got no chance of getting his hands on them at the moment, due to the pain!
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