New Home for the Girls

Although there are lots of parts of my body that I would love to change, one area that I have never had a problem with are "The Girls".  They're non-descript, rather un-noticeable, and in general not a bother. Never had to worry about them popping out of anything, having to strap them down under layers of sports bras, or someone staring at them. Basically, they’re small and I’m ok with that.

Well, along with everything else on my body getting larger, the girls are growing too.  I've been in denial about it, but sadly had to break down and buy a bigger home for them last week.  My one saved from last pregnancy was not enough (a woman cannot live on one bra alone) so off to Victoria's Secret I headed, dreading the entire trip.

Shopping for a bigger bra when you don’t want a bigger bra stinks.  Rather than be excited and oogle over all the pretty things in the store, I just headed to the back row where all the practical and least expensive ones were.  I figured, this size is just temporary, so I’m not investing a ton of money in something that is not going to fit in 6 months anyway.  I am sure this thinking will come back to haunt me when in a year the girls are still humongous and I have to go back and purchase even more big bras.

Anyway, I found my new big-to-me size and headed for the register.  The cute and perky clerk started in, “Did you see this one in hot pink?  It is so cute!  Are you sure you don’t want another one?  They are on sale 2 for $45 right now.  It’s a great deal!”

In my head I said, “Can’t you tell this size is not my normal size?  I don’t need to buy more than one bra today because my chest is not going to stay this big.  And certainly not in hot pink – who wants to draw even more attention to these than they are already drawing.  That’s probably what got me into this mess in the first place!  I am going to go back to my small-chested happy land soon, and this bra will just swim on me, so no, I don’t want to buy 2, I don’t even want this one!”

Instead, I just nodded and said, “No thank you.  I’m fine.  You can just ring me up.” with a big fake smile.

And big chested me headed out the door with my adorable striped pink bag in hand, wishing it contained some of those comfy bedazzled sweat pants instead of my giant plain grey bra.