Lipgloss & BeerNo Drama.

Although it’s only been but three days since the operation…it was yesterday that my husband and I decided to go shopping. Most girls I’m sure wait some days after for this but I was much too anxious and excited to wait. I was feeling good so why not? Beats staying home and in bed…of which maybe I should have been doing. Oh what a day though it turned out to be. I was going to, where else but of course Victory Secrets. I wanted to instantly know what my new size was going to be. Yes a bit swollen and told I can’t wear bras until the Doc orders…it didn’t stop me from wanting to know what my new cup size was. After all Victoria Secrets must be able to tell me right?! It was the Dr. to ask me what size I was opting for…it was a full C. Not a B cup, not a D cup, a Full C. Simple right. So I assumed this is want I was going to hear…32-34 C….however it was a harsh SLAP in the face to hear 32 B. My world just came to a silent standstill! There was no way this women who I just met could know ANYTHING…How could she be working here…I turned around with the biggest look of disappointment on my face. Why on earth did I go through all this to be the size I was before having my baby? How could I be…the same size?!?

My new breasts aren’t obnoxious by any means but they are seriously a huge improvement from what they were. I turned to my husband and he could see the pain in my eyes and the look of complete disappointment. He tried hard to “fix” it immediately with his…hey they are perfect…I didn’t think I was going to like them and I love them. You look great that’s all that matters. No, it’s not all that matters…I was starting to get mad at his comments of trying to fix it…I wanted him to be mad at the women that OBVIOUSLY didn’t know what she was talking about. So we left…my husband still trying to fix the hurt…only digging in more to the disappointment of it all…I turned to him and said, “this is the size you wanted.” As if trying to blame him. It was in fact the cc that he wanted…I had originally wanted 25 cc more…but agreed to his wanting the lesser as compromise to the fact he didn’t even want me to get them to begin with. This comment of course enraged him to saying oh some not so nice things back.

In the midst of all this we ended up focusing on getting our little one’s pictures with Santa. Which ended up as a disaster. She was terrified of the old man. She did become famous for that day…everyone that walked passed us saying, “oh we know your cute little daughter, we saw/heard her earlier.” It wasn’t till afterward our little ones traumatic introduction to the red suited white bearded Santa, that I realized to my dismay…there was NO WAY my new found girls were ever going to fit into a 32 B. Just no way…how could they…I had 34 B bras sitting at home and there was no way these babies could fit comfortably in them. So it was ON…back to VS I went and grabbed 2 bras a B and a C….just to satisfy myself with how WRONG the VS measuring tramp was. Oh and how wrong she was! I was victorious as I came out of that dressing room. I had forgotten to take out of consideration it was only the DAY after the operation and yes with little swelling which wasn’t the problem but the Position of where the implants were sitting were! There was no way for her to get an accurate measurement of my band…which is the measurement above your breast. This is where the implant currently sit until the big drop. So the reading difference of the bust and band measurements wouldn’t be accurate to determine the cup size. Oh the relief. So if you ever get work done on the girls…don’t go the following day after the op to get them measured. You might just end up wanting to bitch slap someone with a false measurements of your new cup size.