Two Enomous Boxes Cometh

I have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of my wonderful new bras from Lane Bryant.... Last week, I wore the same bra at least 4 times because it was the only comfortable thing in my drawer.

Early this afternoon, the postman arrived with our regular stack of mail, 2 large, 18x8 boxes, and one small, book-sized box. After he comically made his way into our office (it was an amazing balancing act) and set the boxes on my desk, I started gleefully looking for my name on the package. I assumed that the small box had my bras in it- Afterall- how much room can 4 40Gs take up? Curiously, the small package was not addressed to me... But the two comically LARGE boxes were. Strange...

I quickly ripped the packages open and discovered the largest cupped bras I have ever seen in my entire life. Like any other red-blooded American, I promptly placed one of the cups on my head to measure its "size." This was a full on cap... Since Damon and I just returned from Disney, I can say with great certainty that one cup of my new bras is comperable to the cap size of an adult Mickey Mouse-Eared Hat.

Not being fully satisfied by just looking at these beauties in the box, I ran to the restroom, whipped off my old, slightly sagging bra and tried on the black gem I held in my hand.

A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!! Friends, get a bra fitting and make sure you are wearing your correct size. Seriously. I thought I was- and look at what happened! I was more than a full cup off. PLEASE, for the love of all that is tighty and whitey, get a fitting. I had no idea bras could be this comfortable. The pressure is off of my shoulders, and the girls are up high and happy to be seeing the world from a whole new perspective.

Getting the fitting was fast, easy, and free- the bras were a bit of an investment, but I had NO IDEA how much better I would feel. The underwire is no longer poking and sinking into my ribcage- I can sit and not experience the sensation of my breasts laying on my stomach. I can comfortably stand with my shoulders back.

I considered myself an expert on bras and bra fitting- but "guessing" your size by how big you "think" you are is stupid. Get over your fears of how big (or small) you are afraid you are going to be and get fitted, dammit. I waited FAR too long.

You only get one set of jugs- make sure they are healthy, happy and supported.

I am SO GLAD I did.