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Bewbs (Size Matters!)

I have enormous boobs. Not bragging. Not joking. I could never ever ever find bras or cute tops because nothing was big enough. Then I heard about Breakout Bras, a store about an hour from here that measures you to find the right bra size and actually STOCKS really big bra sizes!! And they have a excellent customer service. If you can’t come in to be fitted, they will talk you through it and help you decide which one would fit you the best for FREE!


That’s my bra on our heads. Constantly the subject of riddicule by friends and hubby

The thing about this store is that they go by UK sizes. This system uses smaller bands with bigger cups pretty much. They measured me for my bra and it turns out I was WAY off. I walked in wearing a 46DDD and left with a 40K (or a 40O in US) Big difference! It was almost like a boob job.

The website shows before and after photos but I’ll show my own.

And they are so much prettier than the old plain white ones I was used to. Not to mention that they have a large selection of swimsuits and breastfeeding items! I urge you to check it out. Even if your bra fits, you may be surprised! It was life changing for me and I will gladly drive an hour to buy my bras from them. Well worth it, I promise.

Check out their Facebook page too! They’re just a few fans away from 1000!

(I promise I wasn’t paid or anything for writing this. I just love this place!)

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Reunited

Last night was Kyson’s NICU reunion. I was up early and had planned on having everything ready in time but you know how that usually goes. I was washing diapers so Kyson had a disposable on. I stuck him in his packnplay so I could take a shower. As soon ad I got out I heard him squeeling and laughing. I walked in there to see what was going on and I found him butt naked standing up saying “dook” (look). Another good reason to use cloth… They can’t figure out the snaps.

So back to the story. I had his bag packed and everything ready to go. I was going to swing by and grab an SD card on the way out of town. We got going and the stupid train was coming but the truck in front of us stopped. Personally, I would have gunned it. We only sat there for a few minutes but when you’re running behind, everything takes forever and everyone decides to drive slow.

I finally made it to Rite Aid because I knew they would have them. Ran in, grabbed the cheapest (overpriced) one and ran to the car. Only to find that my camera doesn’t like it. I just bought it a year ago so it should still take modern day SD cards. I figured I was doing good as long as I wasn’t using a disposable but I guess I was wrong. But no time for that, we’re already late and have to drive a whole hour to get there.

We finally got to the hospital at 5:45 and it ended at 7. I don’t care. I love this place. We got him in and it was so much bigger than I had imagined. There were so many people there. We saw Tigger and Pooh and Dr. Bear and lots of clowns (eek!) but we never saw any of our nurses or doctors. But I did get to talk to the March of Dimes representative and guess how many dimes were in a bottle. They weren’t shaken up really good so I tried to be smart guess how many rolls I saw and do the math until Kyle just picked a random number and I said okay.

Kyle was still kind of coughing but he’s not sick. But everyone acted like he had the plague. I don’t blame them. I would too. If only my friends knew how much I cleaned and sanitized after they left. It would probably hurt their feelings. [ Kyle’s peeking through the blinds with me screaming “are they gone yet?” *spray spray…wipe…squirt, wipe again* “We need more Lysol!!” ] Then we sat down and ate some chicken strips and grapes and by the time we were done, it was 7 and everyone was leaving. So we just walked around for a while since that’s all I really wanted to do anyway.

“You miss it, don’t you?” he randomly asked. I guess it must have been pretty obvious for Mr. Brown to pick up on it. I shrugged and said “yeah, you do too don’t you?” He said it was like a vacation and I joked it was the best hotel he ever stayed in. But deep down you could tell he really meant what he said. He missed it just as much as I did.

I remember standing at the NICU door looking down over the balcony, six floors to where we were sitting now at that fountain and seeing the mothers holding their babies and being so jealous. Now I was looking up trying to find the place where I used to stand. It was more meaningful coming back there than it would be to go any places we dated or our honeymoon or where he proposed because it was a place that made US stronger.

But it was getting late and though I really didn’t want to go, we had to. He finally told me we had to leave now if he was going to buy me that skunk costume for Kyson. And I went willingly. It’s his second Halloween, but his first real one. And I want it to be awesome.

Yup, that’s my boo right there. The really red kid with Jaundice

30th annual NICU reunion

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