this to me from the very nice bra lady at the uber-expensive boutique that claims there is "no one they can't fit for a comfortable bra" i went to today at lunch. my thoughts were filled with big comfy bras and being able to go a whole day without a backache because i didn't hoist my ooties on my desk for a rest long enough that day... i dreamt of frolicking in the park in my big comfy bra...
ok, so i'll admit... my daydreams didn't include little boys dragging my big bra through the park... but you get the point, right?
based on their claims, i went with high hopes of buying a stupid expensive bra that actually fit me. i'm desperate... and after trying on (and off) 30+ bras... nothing. blah.
those of you that know me know that i've always been, well... for lack of a better word... "blessed" in the upper region. top heavy if you will. ugh. well - since i've been pregnant with my little babe nora i was hoping she would steal my thunder, right? you know... take a lil somethin' somethin' from her dear mama. ummm... yah. no such luck. just when i could FINALLY fit into a victoria's secret bra for the first time in 10 years i get pregnant. and now... all i got is a sports bra that gives a pregnant sister a big uni-boob. great.
why do i blog this you ask? isn't this too much information for strangers to read on the internet? yes. yes it is. but i blog in hopes of a rescue. there has got to be "blessed" women, much like myself, out there somewhere with a cure for this disease. :)
so i decided i'd contact edna and have her make me a bra... and this is what i ended up with:
i absolutely love being pregnant and feeling my sweet babe moving around all day. i do... but for the love... couldn't God have given me just a little break? ouchie is all i have to say. ouchie.
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