Boobs: if you really don’t want to hear about them, then I suggest you close this message before you go any further.
I went to Victoria’s Secret yesterday to get measured for a bra since my current bras are leaving purple indentations everywhere. Now, I would like to insert my disclaimer here that I had tried going to Target to buy an ‘el cheapo’ bra and I even tried on nursing bras. None of them fit. So off to my old faithful Victoria’s Secret. The girl measured me, and I about fell to the floor! I went from a 36B to what we thought was a 36D. When I tried on the 36D, it was kind of poking out a little on the sides so I actually showed her what was happening (normally no one sees me try on bras).
She said, “Oh, it looks like you are a little too big for that bra.”
What! Where do you go from a D? Meanwhile, two little punk-asses were standing outside the dressing room waiting for their “ladies” as my very helpful gal went to get a DD. (Again, I almost fainted—isn’t that what size Pam Anderson wears for God’s sake!)
She walks away and I hear one of the little assholes say, “Damn! DD? I need to get my lady’s tits done!” Now, he said it quietly, but my room was right next to the door so WTF!
Meanwhile, “helpful sales gal” brings me my ginormous DD bra. I try it on and it fits beautifully. I come out of the room and the little bastards are gone. “Helpful sales gal” then says to me, “I think you will still have some room to grow in that bra too.” Excuse me? Who said anything about growing anymore? And THEN she says, “You will definitely need a new bra when you start lactating though.”
GASP. How big am I going to get? What size does Dolly wear?
So then I call the hubs to lament my situation and of course his response is, “Sweet, where’s the camera?” Then he says, “What size comes after DD?” How the hell should I know! I didn’t even know bras went past DD.
Feel free to share your similar story with me so I can feel better.
This story is an excerpt of from: It’s Really 10 Months