It's All in the Cup

07 May 2011

Well, I just had an experience that took me back to my 12 year old self when I went bra shopping today. My breasts have been busting (no pun intended) out of the roomiest sports bra I currently own (and when I think back I bought that one back in 1998). After wearing the roughly same size bra since grade 6, it was time to face the music that maybe I needed to go bigger than a B cup. So, my mom came along to help me out in finding a couple of suitable bras to hold my tender and expanding rack in place. We arrived at the department store and I asked about getting re-measured by the bra fitting lady. She circled me with the tape and then took a step back to size me up with her eyes -weird to be scoped out by another woman. 38 C she announced. Whoa!

She trucked off to get the right sized bras off the shelf, and then she stayed in the change room while I disrobed and tried on the bras. Again a bit weird. Flashback... I was 12 and embarrassed by my sudden chest growth and my mom tricked me into going clothes shopping and dragged me practically kicking and screaming to the bra fitting lady to be sized. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I wanted to run away and hide forever. Back to 2011, and after a year and a half of fertility treatments I think I've lost all modesty. The bra fitter groped me and examined my shape in each of the bras I tried on, and pointed out how each one fit a bit differently. I ended up buying the 2 most comfortable ones that seemed like they had a little extra room for further growth.

This is just the beginning. I wonder how many more trips to the bra fitting lady I'll have to make in the next year? Will I be sporting a DD at some stage?