Containing the bazookas

Today is Grace's school day and she was super excited that Daddy got to drop her off for the very first time.

It was a lovely relaxing morning for me. Being the thoughtful wife that I am, I let Duane organise the kids whilst I lazed around on the Internet and enjoyed my morning cup of tea and breakfast. I just feel that he needs to experience the drama that happens here of a morning, just so next week when he is back at work watching the grass grow, he can be thinking about poor me stuck dealing with the feral children.

Anyway, finally they were ready and looking presentable, so we headed up to the pre-school to be freed of the curious Grace for the day. I always hang around until 9.30am for the morning song and goodbye song, so today Daddy also got to join in the hand-holding and high-octave singing. Grace was a little teary when we left, but I peeked on the way out and she was happy and getting ready to go inside to be the helper.

With only the little child for the day, we decided to head to Pacific Fair to do a few things. I just want to note here what a fantastic shopping companion Xav is. We haven't used his pram for ages, so I shook all the horrible red dust from it and he was hooked on the novelty factor of being chauffeured around. He happily spent the morning lounging back, sipping on water and eating the healthy contents of his lunchbox. Duane did give him the option of hot chips, but he insisted on Sushi instead. He was very spoilt though with a soft serve at the end of the trip!

I was in desperate need of some new bras and thought I might head to Myer to get properly fitted. I haven't bought new bras for way too long, and the ones that I do have are slightly struggling to keep my gigantic boobs where they are supposed to be.

It must have been a while, cause I couldn't get over how expensive material and wire are nowadays. Just your stock standard boulder holders are up around $50! After embarrassingly showing the fitter my ill-fitting bra, she measured me up and suggested that maybe I should try on some 12E's. Holy Crapola! I was actually hoping that the mammaries had been depleted after breastfeeding - nope all still there plus some. They just look different now, instead of being nice and full and high they are droopy, sagging and looking very sorry for them self. Instead of popping them into a bra easily, now they virtually have to be folded and tucked in.

I was still a little reluctant to go straight to the E without at least giving the old DDs a chance. Of course I was wrong. Boob spillage is not a good look, so after trying on a DD, I then had to admit the E was a perfect fit.

I wasn't looking for anything fancy, just practical. So the sales lady went out to select some bras that she thought might suit. I turned my nose up at the "padded" ones (pfft, as if I need that!), but she insisted that it was merely for shape and actually look really good on. Once again I stood corrected and couldn't believe how comfy this bra is (Triumph, Gorgeous T-shirt bra) and how much better my boobs look North, not dangling around my belly button.

I tried a few others on, but nothing came close to the comfortable first bra. I bought just the one, then if I still find it super comfortable after a full day I'll buy 1 in every colour. A comfy, well fitting bra is hard to come by in my "larger" size!

I really wanted to buy some new clothes, but I am ridiculously hopeless in picking out clothes that suit me. I really have no idea of style and end up buying stuff that is usually way to big or just because it's on special. I found a few things, wandered around the shop, then couldn't be arsed trying them on. I really need to be in the mood and have someone with me to give me the yay or nay. I'll drag Nicole or Trude along to help me some other time.

After Xav had a sleep, we picked Grace up from school and she was once again so excited to see her Daddy. I really don't rate when he is around, both kids spend the whole time vying for his affection. The only inkling of preference I get is if Xav wakes of a night, he sits on his bed calling out "Mummy, come here Mummy" I love it and makes me think that deep down, like waaaayyyy down to the bottom, I am his favourite.