Bra

After last weeks debacle of a bra fitting (girl in early 20s telling me I should be one cup and one band size up from pre-pregnancy, not even looking at a measuring tape, then suggesting  a bra three sizes smaller than the one that was obviously too small for me), I took the only good bit of advise they offered me and dragged The Bubby out in the cold to a different store that specialised in giant pregnant boobs.

Only to find it closed.

Google showed me only one other store in Canberra (also one of the most expensive) stocked this particular brand, so we hauled butt across town to check it out.

The ladies were lovely, both wanting to hold The Bubby while I got fitted, clucking over her. Apparently she has my eyes and nose, and definitely my eyebrows.

I was marched to the change room and told to take off all tops but leave my bra on.

And when she came back in, she gave me a look somewhere between sad and disappointed. 'This is to very good for you. Now turn around'.

Just using her eyes, she returned with a bra that was not the brand I was initially after, but the one she said was best for me. She told me that as this is my second child, my boobs will be 'softer', so we really want to 'lift them right up there'. She had also made a comment about not messing around with me too much during the fitting, so that I didn't get too stressed (which could cause leakage) - I loved the way she just knew how breastfeeding boobs are unpredictable and pretty much have a mind of their own.

She told me I could wear my 'gross' ones at night, so that I don't ruin the new ones, and I walked out of there $120 poorer for my two Elle McPhereson crop bras (that are a completely different size to any others I've ever worn).

Sadly, I'm quite excited about wearing one tomorrow!