Subscribe in a reader
I've just returned from shopping for a new swimsuit. I have two things to say:1. Thank God for tankinis and separates in different sizes.2. It's official. My boobs need their own zip code.
Marty, a.k.a. canape
My boobs have always required extra postage.And, they grew some during pregnancy. But even after nursing...they NEVER WENT AWAY, just south. Sorry.I'll tell you what though (in the assvice department, not my first time here, I'm sure), I bought myself a nursing/sleeping bra from ModernMaternity...and dang straight if I don't wear every night still. Gotta keep 'em seperated.Henry's to start swimming lessons tomorrow. I have no bathing suit. And as I'm fairly confident that no one will be looking at me, I'm squeezing my boobs in to my pre-pregnancy suit when I was just fat after quitting smoking.
Again, I feel ya! I measured last night again, just to check and cried.
I've always had to buy a bigger size on bottom. The pregnancy and breastfeeding boobs were a welcome addition for me--they balance out my ginormous ass. We're going to the lake next week and I am buying shorts and a tank top to wear over my swimsuit because the post-baby sagging belly skin is peeking out through my tankini. Gross. I feel like Jaba the Hut. Sorry--I just hijacked your blog for my own pity party!
Well Guy must be loving your new zip code, at least that's a given right?!?! I also take up a province with my boobs so I know how you are feeling! Long live big boobies I say! (ok that might be the percocet talking now...)