The size of things

Like most women who reach my age, your doctor tells you it is time to get the "baseline" mammogram - more on that in another post, but it really was not that bad. But since the girls had to go through that procedure, I decided to treat myself to some new undergarments, yes ladies it was time for new bras. However, since I had been pregnant and nursed Lexie for an entire year, I had no idea what size I was. So I made an appointment to have an "official" fitting - to see what I really needed, at Intimacy Atlanta.

OK so this was an experience. By making my appointment online, I had to self select what type of "support" I needed in my new brassiere. You have to fill out a brief survey and with a straight face answer questions related to support, enhancement, lift and comfort...OK thought, I am a grown up I can handle this. But then I get to the store....

I made a reservation to not have to wait, but this store was hopping, hopping...no sign of the recession here. It is the epitome of girly, from the bronze corset pulls on all the drawers and cabinets to the names of dressing rooms such as Oprah, Coco Channel and Princess Diana. As I wandered around waiting for my fitting, I was in shock at the amount of paraphernalia being produced to help with the appearance of your girls. From pieces of plastic to keep your straps in place, to silicon pads to keep you always looking "smooth", to pastey type of things to give you "lift" when you can't wear a bra, you dream it they have it. So the fitting itself went fine, it's really very clinical, not that I expected something different. I was amazed and overwhelmed at all the different types of bras you can choose from. But that was not the amazing discovery of the day...

After finally getting the right fit and selecting the styles I liked, my helpful saleswoman asked me..."So guess what size you are?" After a few wrong guesses, she told me (drumroll, please) that I am a 32 D!! Yes, you read that right D...D as in d'oh, dern and damn. Before I was pregnant I always wore the typical 34B because without ever being fitted, this is what I thought I was. But no, I have a stripper cup size now. Maybe this is how the powers that be are paying my husband back for all those months of pregnancy and mood swings.

So Ladies, if you want a lift in more ways than one I highly reco getting a professional bra fitting. I will say I feel great and I think the better bras have a slight slimming effect. Besides, I am still glowing from the new found confidence I have from knowing that I finally have a decent rack.