t adds Dana to list

Of course, I am in total denial that we will ever have to move again, despite the fact that there are things about this house that make me crazy and the other fact that it is a rental and, therefore, never a sure thing. I can't even bear thinking about it.

I will say it again. Boobs are weird.

Nothing fits me right. sigh

I will say it again. Boobs are weird.

Well, yeah. And mine seem to be going against the sizing wisdom up there. Hmmm.

Of course, I also firmly believe there is no bra that will ever be truly comfortable to wear all day, so.

I have the classic one side is bigger than the other, so I always have a cup that's got some, erm, room in it. Especially if I lose weight. The difference becomes less pronounced the more weight I gain. Which is STUPID.

I have bras in a few different styles, and I find that the ones that fit best seems to change daily. One day, one seems to gap at the cup, next time I try it fits like a glove. Another day, another bra will fit great, the next time I try it, the band pinches. My weight isn't changing that much, so it must be hormonal swelling and water retention. It is crazy making.

I just read Teppy's link and now I'm convinced my bras are all the (really) wrong size.

Yeah, I'm currently probably a 34DDD, but good luck in finding that in the shape I am. Feh.

I'm actually okay once I find a style (surprisingly there is a maidenform style that really works for me and it's cheapish to boot).

But ugh.

My other ish is pants. After having a c-section, my entire midsection is fucked up, yo. Nothing fits right.

Basically I look like shit.

We finished Grace's nursing training this morning. Dear god, changing the g-tube is NOT what I like to do. But giving her meds is so much easier than it was for Noah. Put it in the tube. Add water. Done.

This afternoon, for the first time ever, I felt like a mom of twins. Noah was in Grace's crib. She is doing this headbanging thing that I don't love. And Noah looked at her and started doing it. She is laughing like crazy at him. I'm trying to get them both to stop. One would look at me, stop, and then look at the sibling, start laughing and do it again. Neither would listen.

Then when we were walking, Noah was holding Grace's hand and she headbutt him and started laughing.

The two of them together are starting to be a handful.

I'm currently a 34 band size, and a cup size that leaves me with a choice of about two styles of bra. I'm pretty sure that, when I lose a little more weight, I'll be a 32 band, which will leave me with approximately one bra.