My New BFF

Being the oldest of three girls, there are many things my sisters and I have in common physically and personally.  We are all about the same height, have brown hair (even though Katie and I toyed with blonde on and off), light eyes, and matching tatoos.  There is, however, one major physical trait that both of my little sisters have that I only dreamed of...big boobs.  Their party dresses always looked a little better on their chests and their bras were always a little (ok a lot) bigger.  I have been jealous of this accesory for years.  Well...after years of yearning, Brody came into my life and brought me immense happiness...he also brought me boobs.

Throughout my pregnancy  my boobs grew.  At first, I thought it was fun but when the belly is growing along side the breasts, it's hard to really see the affect.  After 9 (10) months of pregnancy, my son was finally here, I was looking forward to bonding with him and breastfeeding.  My milk didn't come in right away so we bottle fed him for the first few days.  We left the hospital on a Monday morning and the nurses and doctors assured me that my milk would come in within the next few days.  After our first night home alone with our baby, I woke up Tuesday morning and and walked into the bathroom.  The minute I turned on the lights and looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled.  WOW.  I had large, hard, full, breasts.  It was like a miracle.  They looked amazing.  I walked out of the bathroom and over to my husbands side of the bed.  "Babe, I think my milk came in." I whispered shaking him awake.  He opened his sleepy eyes and when he caught sight of the twins, the once sleepy eyes opened wide.  "Yeah it sure did," he said with a smirk.  There we were, both staring at them, touching them, and smiling like it was Christmas morning.  Then we heard a noise and looked over at Brody...oh yeah.  The reason I have these glorious things now is to feed our child. 

I spent three beautiful months feeding my son and loving my breasts.  I didn't care that they would occasionally leak, they were perfect.  I wore every v-neck shirt I owned.  I would flaunt them in front of my sisters because at the moment, they had nothing on me.  Unfortunatley, all good things must come to an end.  When I went back to work, I couldn't keep up with pumping enough so I had to stop breastfeeding.  I cried.  I convinced myself that I was crying soley over the fact that I wasn't ready to start bottle feeding Brody but let's be honest...I was going to miss my girls.

Now that I had tasted what it felt like to have boobs, I was addicted, I couldn't stop thinking about them.  What could I do?  How could I get them back without surgery and thousands of dollars?  One Saturday afternoon Brody and I decided to take a field trip to the mall to figure something out.  Mommy needed a little pick me up to get through this craving.  I pretended it was like any other trip to the mall.  We went and got a latte, I skimmed some stores for a new work blazer, and browsed Baby Gap.  Then, when I had convinced myself that this was a typical trip to the mall, we turned the corner to the real reason we were there.  We strolled into Victoria's Secret and decided to take a look around.  One of the saleswomen came up and asked to help.  Usually, I hate this.  I would prefer to look myself, make my picks, and do my bra shopping in private but this was different.  "I'm looking for a push-up bra but I don't want a lot of padding," I say, and continue looking around like it's not a big deal.  She showed me to the extra large dressing room and told me she would bring some options.  A few minutes later, I had a box full of push up bras in every different color and style.  The first few were ok, helped a little but didn't really do it for me.  I went through most of the box not satisfied until I saw the final black bra.  This one was different.  It was silky and smooth and definitley had padding.  I grabbed it, snapped the back, and in that single second, my boobs were back.  There they were, huge, high, and smiling at me like they missed me as much as I missed them.  Yes, there was enough padding in that bra to stuff pillows for an entire hotel, but I didn't care...I needed it.  When I walked out of the dressing room, the saleswoman asked which ones I liked and I showed her.  She looked at me and laughed "I thought you didn't want a lot of padding?!"   "Oh, this is just for fun, I'm getting some other ones for every day."  I knew it was a lie but I couldn't admitt it out loud.

That was the best $55.00 I've ever spent.  I love that bra.  People might say that it's stupid because the minute it comes off, the real deal is revealed.  Let me tell you, I don't care!  My husband can have his fun staring at me with a low cut shirt on as I bend down to pick up toys or change diapers.  One day, when the big bucks roll in and the baby(s) are grown, I'll get a permanent push up but until then, Vickie will be my new best friend.  I'll see you soon for swimsuit season friend =)