“They’re Real and They’re Spectacular”
I knew there had to be an upside. Something had to give. I am depressed, still have no baby, and overweight, there had to be something that had to be not so bad, right?
All the pregnancy hormones are gone and I still have enormous breasts. Like huge. Like 38DD big.
Actually, this is a missed blessing. I have had to buy all new bras. The tape-measurer lady said I am between a D and a DD, and in a moment of optimism, I decided for the DD because when I get pregnant again, I will get more use out of them, right?
Big-girl bras are expensive, they don’t come in all the cute styles as the 34B sizes, and I feel like I am strapped into an amusement park ride (no spaghetti straps for 38DD boobs) but my breasts are all mine, they’re real, and they’re spectacular.
(Does anyone remember the source of the title quotation?)
Edit: I had it wrong: it was “spectacular” and not “fabulous.” Just for the record, mine are both.
July 23, 2007. Trying Again.