I developed early. I was one of those poor girls who was getting her bra snapped/unhooked by the boys in the 4th grade. Not.Fun. By 6th grade I was wearing the same bra size as my mother, a full B cup. Thank goodness the other girls finally caught up to me in middle school.
I may have mentioned before that undergoing this weight loss over the last year has been detrimental to my boobs. They lost quite a bit of those 35-40 pounds. They have been looking flat and wrinkled and in desperate need of a lift of some sort. However, over the last couple of weeks I have been able to notice a visible difference in them. They are round and full and though a bit sore, not too bad. (I will need to get something reinforced for exercising. Duct Tape maybe? The bouncing is just.not.good.)
They are gorgeous.
T has decided we should take pictures of my now quite voluptuous rack so that we can later show said pictures to a plastic surgeon as an example of what we want the "after" picture to look like. I have never been one to consider plastic surgery before, but now that I see the potential, I must admit the idea does not repulse me.
I have also noticed over the last week the occasional shooting chest pain. It is a quick catch-your-breath sort of thing. The kind that makes you change the position you are sitting in. At first I thought I was just in an uncomfortable chair, but they have continued in different chairs, different days, etc. I started thinking maybe the baby implanted in my lung instead of my ute, but I suppose we'll find that out at my scan on Thursday. "Um, a little higher doc."
I am wondering now if those pains are related to the expansion of the chest. Am I getting a bit top/front heavy? If so, I think the only solution is to wear a backpack which is heavier than my front to pull everything upright again, balance myself out. What do you think?