Life as a mother can become very tedious when your day becomes a list of repetitive requirements. It becomes hard to even count days because they start to blur into the next, always the same and when I become buried in in these lists I feel that I am no longer me. Instead, I am a compilation of all the things that need to be done. Yet, words, beautiful words give voice to my thoughts and emotions making me more than just the pieces
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Thursday, January 2, 2014
dissapointment
So the doctor did not have me pick a cup size as he showed me the natural crease under my breast and said "natural" it to that crease and not over. He assumed natural for me would be a C...went bra shopping today and after being measured and after trying everything on I am a 36D (and a larger D rather than a smaller D) I now have two bras and I am still super excited, but scared. I grew after having each child and still want more children, but I just can't do anything over a D again. sigh. still super emotional and sore and blah blah blah. should probably just go to sleep and be grateful for all I have. Goodnight.
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