This post is a bit personal- and may be classified TMI- Fair warning.
Josslynn is done nursing. Bittersweet. I love nursing. Lets just say 'She's a biter', and leave it at that.
The inevitable consequence to stopping is that my glorious pregnant/nursing, ahem, 'ladies', seem to disappear overnight.
Yes. Tragic.
So last week I took myself out shopping to a lovely lady named Victoria who apparently has a lot of secrets to find a suitable arrangement.
They measured me. They measured me again. The manager came out and measured me. She looked puzzled and sighed, then finally said- "I think we might make some in your size..."
Two. Two 'sister slings' that would fit my wide ribcage and lack of endowment...in the entire store.
So I did what any self respecting woman would do.
I bought the leopard print one. With rhinestones.
4 thoughts:
Oh I love you! I have the same issues post nursing and Victoria too, became one of my best friends at that point. Rock the leopard!
Hugs, A
:-)
So get a boob job already! Ha ha ha ha.... Okay, in all seriousness, you are simply hilarious, Rachael. I love it when you talk about your boobs. I remember another post about boobs from a while back. Love your sense of humor. I'll be giggling over this post for weeks to come!
One of the best things I have read in a LONG time. You have such a way with words. I love it!
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