The State of the Breast Address

There are a few things that are certain to grow with pregnancy. Of course, for some women, this is a positive. But, for women like me - those already blessed with a chest - it's really a pain in the, well, back. So, if you don't want to hear the woes I have regarding my ta-ta's you may want to come back another day.

If there's one thing about myself that I can verifiably say is good, its my figure. Sure, there are things I don't like, such as the ease I have in gaining weight in the dreaded "pooch" area, but I really can't complain. I have that perfect hourglass shape. My chest measurements have almost always matched my hip measurements with a nice smaller waist in between. Also, the beautifully sized and shaped breasts I've been blessed with came on slowly. So, no stretch marks, great girls. However, being well-endowed isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Let's start with clothes shopping in general. Finding dresses, shirts, swimsuits, any top in general, is a big game. Will they fit? I'm often jealous of those cute little girls with their cute little boobs in their cute little sundresses that I never in my wildest dreams would be able to pull off. And bras? Ha. I actually get amusement going to Victoria's Secret and having them ask me if they can find a bra for me just so I can tell them that they shouldn't bother because, at a 32DDD/F (yes, I know) they don't carry my size. I've been ordering my bras (for ridiculous amounts of money) from the UK for years.

Now that I'm pregnant, my difficulties have just grown. I do have to say that maternity clothes are awesome because most of them naturally give more space. But, I've already started my search for maternity/nursing bras. Unfortunately, my go-to, always-been-there-for-me UK supplier doesn't really have many options. So, I began my pity party. And, while I was busy lamenting, they kept growing. And then started the headaches which were caused by the extra weight I was carrying in my chest. I've been watching with dread as I expect stretch marks to pop up anytime. And, as silly as it sounds, I almost feel like I've been cheated in enjoying my belly because my boobs are stealing the show! I've had three people say that they knew I was pregnant before I said anything because my boobs gave it away. In fact, one actually asked me if I had gotten some work done! Eek!

Fast forward to a trip to Cotton Babies (aka my new all-time favorite store) where I decided on a whim to give their bra section a glance. And lo-and-behold, the heavens opened and the angels sang as I found not one, not two, but THREE bras in my size!!!! Oh. Em. Gee. I wasn't even sure a 32 H/I even existed. And, the best part? They won't cost me the first born child I'm carrying!!

If you want to check out the blessed company whom I'm currently considering setting up a shrine in my closet to (I kid) go here! It's pretty freaking awesome. Can you tell I'm happy? Good, I got my point across.

Am I happy with the state of my breasts? Not by a long shot. But, at least now I can live with it. Now I can worry about what they will look like in the aftermath and possibly consider starting a fund to pay to put them back to their original state of glory after I'm done making babies. Eek.