Okay so my title has absolutely nothing to do with what this entry is about...just like the phrase. : )
I had something very trivial happen the other day and yet, I feel I must share it with the WORLD! Get ready...I have officially gone from a B-cup to a C-cup! It's true. I bought two bras on Wednesday - both C-cups. Now, I will be honest, I just barely fill them out, but I was really having a hard time keeping my now velumptous boobs in my B-cup bras so it was time to do something about it.
I wish I could say that my body is just blooming, but I think the ultimate reason for the growing chest is the weight gain I have experienced since moving. It isn't so much that most would notice, but the clothing size is definately changing. Nothing that I am too concerned with at the moment, but I am going to have to start working out I think. Blast! I really HATE working out. I am hoping that I am starting early enough to only have to do some good walking rather than actually go to a gym. We'll see.
Anyway, so my husband is thrilled with the chest enlargement. Really you don't notice it if you are just looking, but to him, it is an exciting time. He likes that he now has "a little more than a handful." I should add that he has always been very kind to the size B that I was..."a handful is plenty." Boys...
Ultimately, what I am most excited about is the fact that I finally figured out why my bras were causing so much hassell and pain. They were too small. These past two days have been glorious! I haven't had to adjust my bust at all and I am back to not minding wearing a bra all day again. That was a growing concern with me because I want to wear a bra to help delay the gravity fight as long as possible, but I was so uncomfortable that it was getting to a point where I was willing to let gravity have a head start. Not so now! Gravity - you have met your match - the C-cup bra!
