One Year Old!

The B Word

Right now, life with Gavin is all about the letter "B." He cruises around the house all day long yelling, "Ball! Balloon! Bounce! Boo! Bubbles!" I can't wait until he adds other consonants to his vocabulary, although he also enjoys saying "Wow, wow, wow" and "Dad Dad." Oh, and let us not forget, "Dog!"

Now that he's 13 months I am beginning to see my sweet-natured baby develop a mind of his own. Who knew that at this tender age a baby could yell, "No! No! Don't!" at naptime and upon diaper change? Not me. He seems to be having a rough time this week, though, with some new teeth coming in (causing severe diaper rash) and his sleep patterns changing (drats). He's fussy, whining, and crying all the time. Needless to say, these changes are leaving the whole family pretty tired.

The best thing about these days is the abundance of kisses and hugs. They may be sandwiched in-between whines, but they are pure sunshine.

Hello, Dolly!

I finally made it over to Nordstrom today to get professionally fitted for a bra now that I'm a few months past nursing. Yeah, those nursing bras were looking pretty sad, let me tell you. And don't get me started about the drawerful of cheapie Vanity Fair bras I bought at TJ Maxx ($7) to get me through my growing stages of pregnancy--everything from B cups to C cups, and (gulp) one random D cup. They are no match for my new body.

In the lingerie department at Nordy's, a nice young woman followed me into a fitting room with a selection of brassieres and asked me if I minded if she stayed to take a look at the fit. Mind? Now that I've had a baby, someone staring at my chest is the least of my worries. I didn't have even an ounce of shame. The woman handed me a few bras to try on and, amazingly, they all fit! The lift and pull I've been missing made a re-appearance. Yippee!

I gazed at my perky chest in the fitting room mirror with great admiration until my eyes rested on the size listed on the price tag. Double gulp. Mama's please tell me this is normal. I have gone from a 34 B/32 C to a....32 DD!! Wha?? What about all of those stories about women's chests shrinking after nursing ends? I have a friend who personally told me that she went from an A to a Concave after she stopped nursing her second child. This new increase may sound like a fun problem to have, but in reality I cannot button up my size small tops.

Is it wrong to wish for a smaller chest? Some would say yes. I say no.