Bra Blues

My breasts are so big at this point it is a huge task for me to wrangle them into a bra every day. I end up sweating and cursing under my breath. I am in denial about their larger size but when E walked into R's dance class yesterday and his eyes pooped out of his head upon seeing me, I can't deny it even more. Also? His "whispering" "your breasts are SO big today", in a room full of mothers, does not help.

Truth is I have always had an ample bosom, as my grandmother would say. I went from no boobs to a C cup in what seemed like months. I always was fairly proportionate so it wasn't a gross display. I am not one of those women who show off their breasts every chance they get either. I love a nice, supportive bra and believe me, I need a supportive bra. I can only hope I can find one that will expand with my ever growing boobs, but really can they get any bigger?
Wait!
Don't answer that.

I am too scared to know the truth.
Instead you can just find me lifting and stuffing, working up a sweat every single bloody morning.