Boobs... I dunno

Well, we had another prenatal appointment this week. This was the first time that we have gone to Dr. Rallison and yet it felt like he already knew so much about me (I think Lash and him and a secret meeting about me). Dan and I agree that we like Rallison, but that we like Lash a lot better. Oh well... can't have a baby without insurance (well... we COULD, but why do that when we do not have to)! Dr. Rallison ending up referring me to a hematologist and to a psychiatrist. I figured that he would refer me to the hematologist so I had already started to look around and come to find out, in this WONDERFUL state (cough) almost all the hematologist are also oncologist, which means that I get to go to the Utah Cancer Center (interesting). I thought that Rallison would just prescribe my meds for depression, but apparently he wants me to talk to someone else... agh. They have started me back on my Effaxor (as of tomorrow... so we will see how that goes) and I am supposed to go see the crazy doctor at the end of February. I could not help but laugh and the psychiatrist name, Dr. Foote. Rallison told me that there was not really anything to do for my back pain (thanks) other than what I am already doing (heating pad, warm baths, so on). It still feels like a rib is popped out of place, but the new development (as of today) is now, when I push on the rib (in my back), the rib pops. The first time it did that, it felt wonderful, but now it does not doing anything but diminish the pain for about 5 seconds. Also... I am big. Just in case there was any doubt about that... I am big. I am measuring at 26 weeks when I am only 23. As Dan reminds me... I do not look as big as I really am because my boobs are so large. I think that I would rather look big and have big that were, oh, say a DD cup instead of having all the back pain that I have associated with carrying around I cups and a huge ole belly. I had a friend tell me the other day that after she gave birth, her breast got about 2 or 3 times bigger because of engorgement. To be quite blunt, this scares the living hell out of me. Granted, she was not breast feeding, so there was not any good way for her to relieve her engorgement and I do plan on breastfeeding. But let us ponder this for a moment (since Dan and I have already figured it out)... if my breast increase in size 2 times what they are now... that would put me at oh... roughly a 36 Q. Do they even make bras that size? Probably not... anyway. I have a feeling that I will be walking around with a baby in my arms, no bra and crying cause my boobs hurt. Anyway... enough about my boobs. I not only have a pregnant belly these days, I also have a pregnant butt and pregnant brain. I personally kind of like having a butt for once in my life (as long as it is covered). I will have you know that I say my pregnant rear in all of it's glory under halogen lights and I felt the need to cry (but I didn't... I just ran screaming... OK I did not do that either, but I did decide never to try clothes on again while pregnant). The pregnant brain is annoying, I am lucky that I remember to go to work some days... then I sit there at work, Carol tells me to do something, then I forget. Anyway... Dan is ready to go home (we are at the school). I will post pictures of my belly at 21 weeks and at 23 weeks later on.