|21 weeks, complete with new boots and |
boobs that are keeping up with my stomach
I quite like shopping - for shoes, clothes, house stuff, whatever. But one type of shopping I will only ever do when things are desperate is bra shopping. Actually, you can add bathers to that list as well. Basically, any shopping that involves my boobs is bad news.
(Oh yeah, if you don't want to read about boobs (not in a sexy way) you might want to stop here.)
Because I'm a strange size, it's not uncommon for me to go into a shop only to be told, 'We have NOTHING in that size'. And when they do have something in that size, it's generally not the most attractive of things. Both circumstances are somewhat depressing, and here I stand at age 31 having only owned a couple of 'nice' bras ever in my life.
When I'm pregnant, my boobs consider it a race to stay bigger than my stomach, and so it is that I find myself bra shopping far too regularly.
And it's just awful. The no-wire thing is something I resist for as long as possible, but wire isn't too comfortable either. I have to buy things that are so full-on they rival the Harbour Bridge for Australia's most amazing engineering feat.
Basically, whatever I wear I end up in discomfort for most of the day.
This week I was on one such shopping adventure, ready to cry some shallow tears at the ugliness of it all. (I swear if one more person tells me that pregnancy is sexy or beautiful, I will hit them.) The only way to solve my dilemma was to do something equally shallow, yet pretty, to cheer myself up.
And so it is that I now own my first pair of long boots that actually fit my legs! (My legs have the opposite problem to my boobs - they're usually too skinny for boots.)
All is right with (the shallow end of) my world once again.