Being Pamela Anderson

When I was a young girl, I like many others my age, read Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret. The book was about a group of girls who were pretty much obsessed with puberty and becoming women - getting their periods and growing breasts. They had this little exercise they would do where they would pump their arms and repeat "I must, I must, I must increase my bust." After reading this book, I think I may have tried this myself once or twice, just to see what they were doing. But, I don't ever remember being really concerned about the size of my chest. I guess I've been lucky to have good sized breasts, especially for an Asian woman. So, I don't think I've ever really wished that they were bigger.

When I found out I was pregnant, getting bigger breasts wasn't one of thing things I was hoping for. Though, I didn't really think it would be a bad thing. And at first, it wasn't - my breasts looked rounder and perkier, and I liked that, and so did my husband.

Then, things started to creep past that line of just too big. I felt like I was beginning to look a bit like a cartoon of sorts, small frame, gigantic breasts. I think the worst was when we wen to Nordstrom's and I shopped for some new bras. Normally, 32 C, so I figured I'd try D. Wrong. I was actually kind of horrified when I was in the fitting room and the Ds did not fit. I couldn't take it. I went outside and told my husband that it wasn't working, the Ds were too small. "Try on the bigger ones," he said. No, I said, slightly panicked. "Have you seen what the double Ds look like?" I pulled one out of the rack to show him. "Good God!" he said and burst out laughing. The cups were the size of my head, so we left.

But, maybe I should have tried those on. Because in the end, we went to Motherhood Maternity where I ended up getting a nursing bra in the right size. "What's that?" my husband asked, pointing at the clip on the shoulder strap. "You don't want to know." I said.

At least there though, the sizes run bigger, so I was still able to get a D. Although I was a little frightened by the fact that the sizes went up to like a G. Thankfully, at my last doctor's appointment, she reassured me that no, my breasts will not just continue to grow during the entire pregnancy. Phew.