Let's just cut to the chase - my boobs are huge and I'm not prepared to deal with it.
I was one of those girls that didn't need to always wear a bra. Most days I could just slap on a camisole and be on my way, no extra support needed. Of course there were times I wondered what it would be like to have a bit more girth in the chest area. That's when I would reach into the back of the drawer and bust out a push up. After I got pregnant I found that I needed the extra help less and less thanks to the hormones but overall the girls remained relatively the same. I figured they would be back to normal after I had the baby.
Post delivery I shed the majority of my baby weight in the first three weeks. By the time Dash was a month old I had lost 34 of the 40 pounds I gained (I attribute the rapid shedding directly to nursing). But those last 6 or so pounds just hung on and refused to go away. Where were these meddlesome lbs sticking you ask? Just look at my face and tilt your head down to find your answer. And if it's been a while since I last fed the baby, you won't need to tilt far.
So I shouldn't be complaining right? I mean those who have bitties always want biggies so I should be thrilled. Except my wardrobe, which I was too excited to be able to fit back into so quickly, wasn't exactly d-cup friendly. This became very obvious when I went back to work and realized I was accidentally cleave-bombing my co-workers. Just the other day I was sitting in a meeting after having gotten dressed hastily that morning in the dark and realized if I shifted myself slightly to one side no one would be paying attention to what I was saying. Hmm... is that why so many guys have been telling me I look so good?
So my solution? Scarves, sweaters and layers. Tis the season anyway so I may just get away without having to spring for a new wardrobe by the time I stop nursing. But in the event these lady lumps are here to stay I will embrace my new found cleavage and look forward, not down ;)
