Album: Made in USA
I feel kinda bad that I couldn't stop my eyes drifting downwards when we were together this afternoon (lunch, then shopping for maternity jeans), because she is an old friend. But ... boobs are boobs! (Right ...?) =(
So I think I got punished this evening. Just earlier this week I was telling someone dirty dancing was more detrimental to my baby than pole practice was, but now - BAM. Fucking huge and painful collision.
My baby hurt more, but at the end of the session, I found Anna so bloody I could hardly see her crystal ball.
Desmond's gonna murder me tomorrow ...
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