it's raining, it's pouring.. oh, wait. that's just my boobs.

I'm highly inappropriate.
It's fine.

This week, every morning has started out a little something like this.

However, instead of little elves coming and cutting holes in my shirt, my breasts just decide to be emotional teenagers and weep more fluid than should be humanly possible for a woman who is only 17 weeks pregnant. 

Not cool, ladies.

Not cool.