Dolly Parton Boobs

I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I'm not entirely enjoying my newfound boobage.  It's just not comfortable, and downright painful to breathe.  They're humongous...freak-show big.  And they're uber-tender, to the point where putting on a bra actually causes me to wince.  

Husband, however, is enjoying making Marty Feldman eyeballs whenever I complain about how big they've gotten.  On the flip side, I'm enjoying smacking him on the head with my ring hand.  

Interesting male behavioral note:  Husband has also taken to high-fiving male friends he tells about the pregnancy.  I'm assuming this is typical (and hopefully temporary) testosterone pride, and that a low intelligence quotient has nothing to do with it.