Life moves on and your baby stops breastfeeding. Then you find out you are a B cup now and you get a little spring in your step, despite yourself.
I love my little Bs. I was C pushing D forever. You know the game, one of each really.
They look beautiful all tied up in a new bra that has no access doors. Naked, yikes, that is a different story, but I AM A B!
Shallowly yours,
Roccie
I both dream of and dread the day...
ReplyDeleteAwww! I've got my B cup bras tucked awway, but am still enjoying the giant rack at the moment. And I think of you saying what a great gift nursing babies was for you, all the time. I'm loving it.
ReplyDeletehaha :) I'm hoping the opposite happens to me if I ever have a baby.
ReplyDeleteLol. I would KILL to be a B. I'm a dd gal and that was before BreastFeeding. Oy. Enjoy the pretty bras.
ReplyDeleteOh someday maybe I'll fit back into my cute C cup bras. They don't make darling giraffe prints in Es.
ReplyDeleteHa...same here!!! Pre baby I was always a large C then pregnancy & breastfeeding I was all the way up to a E, they were huge...now nice little B's! gotta keep them in the bra though, otherwise not so pretty!
ReplyDeleteHave to say since my baby is allergic to my milk and I am getting my supply to dry up they are getting way WAY smaller. And shit actually fits me again. Woah! B- that would be nice. I will be happy to go back down to pre-babe C.
ReplyDeleteI pushed to effing in this boob circus. A B? Delightfully sized. Like a two bite mini muffin.
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm hoping once my milk comes in (if it does) I can make it up to B. B is the promised land of breasts apparently.
ReplyDeleteDelightful post, Roccie. Made me smile all day.
Hooray! Augusta is right -- B is the promised land.
ReplyDeleteB is bee-yoo-tiful:)
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