May 24, 2009

There Is A Disclaimer Involved In This One

DISCLAIMER: I am going to talk about boobs. And bras. Just so you know, it's going to come up. I thought it was only fair to warn you.


I was never one of those girls who longed for big boobs and I have no idea what it's like to pine for a bigger chest. In fact, I've never been comfortable with the size chest I do have. I've always felt like they just got in the way and made it harder to buy clothes. I was hit over the head by the puberty fairy in 5th grade, and I was NOT excited about it. I was embarressed by the whole ordeal...boobs and bras, attention from boys, and the fact most of my friends were still years away from it.

But despite my non-love affair with my boobs, I'd come to terms with wearing a bra a long time ago. Bras and I had a rough beginning, but we'd made our peace. Or so I thought.
Then I got pregnant. Based on the discussions I'd had with my sisters and what I'd read, I was already dreading what was going to happen to the size of my chest. I was expecting to gain a cup size or two, and deal with having to buy new bras every few months.

But no one ever warned me that bras would become the bain of my existance. I don't know, though, maybe it's just me. Maybe most pregnant women don't spend an inordinate amount of time obsessing over just how little time they can get away with wearing a bra. Maybe they don't count the hours down until they are safe in the confines of their own homes (or even their cars) where they can shed the torture device that has become a bra.

I think I've had pretty typical results in growth, based on what I've read. Nothing drastic has happened, or anything. But about 2 months ago, it was impossible to make it through the day wearing an underwire. So those were the first to go. I tried sport bras, but they made my neck/shoulders hurt. I then unearthed a rare selection of wireless bras in a larger size. I thought for a while that I had hit jackpot. While they weren't very flattering, they were mostly comfortable.

Lately, however, even the wireless ones are turning traitor. I am quite aware (at least as much as I can be on this side) of what the ravages of breastfeeding and pregnancy can do to my body, and I know rampant bralessness won't help the matter. For now, I'm suffering through the hours I have to be in public as best I can, and living in tank tops with built in bras the rest of the time.

Have any other great suggestions for surviving the next 4 months?! My boobs and I will thank you.

May 10, 2009

May 7, 2009

Furniture and High Fives

After we congratulated ourselves, many times over, on a job well done on painting and chair-railing the nursery, the next step was to find a crib and some basic furniture.

We decided to not get expressly baby-oriented furniture, hoping to make a better investment that way. So this cute dresser from IKEA will double as a changing table.


And with the addition of some fabric boxes from Target, this IKEA bookshelf will hold books, toys, diaper paraphenalia, and all things baby. (Plus, I'd been eyeing this particular kind of bookcase from IKEA for a long time and am glad to found a way to justify the buying of it!)
Lastly, a fairly painless excursion into Babies 'r' us yielded us this sturdy crib. We didn't want to go overboard with the white furniture, and I think this natural wood color looks really good with the green.
Henry thinks it's worthy of a high five.