Otherwise known as the reason ALL my shirts are too short all of a sudden.
I've never been small busted.
I started having to wear a bra in 4th grade. I was teased something awful. It's probably why for the rest of my elementary career, I wore a jacket all day long, no matter what the season.
Seven years ago, when I was first pregnant with Miss O., I filled out a D cup nicely. About halfway through my pregnancy with her, I was a DD. Still manageable. By the end, only a DDD would do.
After I lost all my pregnancy pounds and then another 30, I was back down to a DD. I made peace with my chest, even though it was much different than before I was pregnant. I found out that bras with a little support, ideally from La.ne Bry.ant, worked best for me.
I started this IVF cycle, comfortable in my DD's.
That is NOT the case anymore.
My body is changing. My pants still fit, albeit a little snug in the waist. Trying to squeeze into my favorite bras has become a nightmare. My DD's now give me the lovely 4 boob look...you know, like you have 4 seperate brea.sts sprouting off your chest.
Thank goodness, I kept 3 of the DDD's from when I lost weight.
Those are the most comfortable. The band size is a little large, but at least I'm not spilling out of the cups. I'm trying to extend my non-maternity wardrobe by teaming my too short shirts with long tanks, but that doesn't always work.
I'm SO thankful for the changes, I really am.
I just don't want to have to buy new bras yet.
8 weeks today.
I'm still so tired. I'm trying to keep up with you all, even if I'm not commenting as much. I promise that once I can keep my eyes open past 9:30 at night, I will be a better blogger!
Another ultrasound is scheduled for Monday.