We are now officially in the dreaded "in between" stage... I no longer appear like a normal human being, but rather a cross between a voluptuous young woman and a beer-bellied middle-aged man. The result is a HUGE rack and a pooched out belly that does not respond to sucking in or control garments. In fact, Damon has made me promise to NOT wear anything to suck my belly in. And that is probably a good idea. I keep having to remind myself that this is normal and that eventually my belly will look less like a month's worth of beer drinking indiscretions and more like I am carrying a wee bebe.
As an early birthday present, my sister-in-law took me to Lane Bryant and got me a couple of new bras. I have been uncomfortable in my current ones, and I got an "official" fitting. I was recommended to buy a 40 G. She said I was on the edge between an F and a G, but since I will probably experience a bit more growth, a G is better. I had no idea bras even came in Gs. They had to special order it and I got the choice of black, white, or nude. No pretty colors for big boob-ed women. Though that is a little depressing, black is pretty sexy and it is better than having all white bras. Yuck. But I do have to say, it will be VERY nice to wear something that fits.
I am also "under orders" to buy new panties. Damon has "commanded" that I get some new ones because all the stuff that I have is either hole-y, ratty, or faded. His new favorite saying is "only terrorists wear ratty panties." And I deserve new underwear from time to time. I just forget to take care of that part of me. Damon is easy- I see that he has holes in his socks or undershorts- and I just buy more. I can get 2 pairs of boxer-briefs for 5 bucks. If I want anything reasonably stylish, I am forced to spend 5-12.00 PER PAIR. Thats insane. So Target- here we come... Hopefully they have a nice selection of black, white, and nude undies.
I had a HUGE hormonal tantrum yesterday. I woke up hungry, stomach growling kind of hungry and I was elated. I did not plan to waste that hunger on raisin bran- So, I convinced Damon to take me out to breakfast... We decided on Denny's for its affordability and relative variety of breakfast items.
There are apparently too many heathens on Sunday mornings. All of those non-church goers make their way to Denny's... When we arrived, there was a 20 minute wait and instead of saying "I WANT A HEARTY BREAKFAST DAMMIT! I can wait 20 minutes," I slunk out of the restaurant feeling beaten and very sad.
My stomach was gurgling hungry and hashbrowns, eggs, and pancakes sounded very good. Damon offered me some other options- but doughnuts and cakey things did not sound right, I was sobbing uncontrollably and at that point I just wanted to go back home.
So, we made our way back to the house and stopped at target for some household items, at which point Damon got the stuff to make pancakes, and managed to appease the sobbing beast that had taken over my body. After we got home and I ate virtually my weight in pancakes I felt a lot better.
As I think about it now- perhaps it is good that we did not eat there. Maybe I would have been converted into a Moon over My Hammie, Rooty Tuttie Fresh and Frutie NUT JOB, and I would have to eat there every Sunday with all of the other Denny's addicts...
I mean really- who cries over Denny's anyways?
No comments:
Post a Comment