H/I, how's it going?

The answer? Not good. You may remember my bra shopping experience about a month and a half ago where I found out that I am now an ungodly bra size (thankyouverymuch, medela pump in style). What I didn't mention is that I did end up ordering a bra through the same shop that wasn't completely hideous. When I got it, I was excited. It gave me some good support and was somewhat attractive (surprisingly enough). I repeat, this was about a month and a half ago. My bra? Well, it's falling apart already. The bra we spent half of The Chub's college fund on is already showing signs of wear. Apparently even an H/I cup size can't handle these things. I can almost hear people mumble as they walk by, "Look at the funbags on that hose hound!". I noticed the other day that randomly my bra clips in back would undo, except for one that would hold on by a thread. This happened on a fairly consistent basis and I was starting to feel like a flower child (All I needed was a one way ticket to San Francisco).

I'm pretty annoyed for several reasons. First, the obvious - that I spent a good amount of money on this bra and it's not doing it's job. Second, that if this style doesn't work, I may be forced to buy one of the full coverage nudey bras with embroidered hearts on them. And third, that another expensive bra purchase is eminent, however I probably will only need it for a few more months until I stop pumping. The only thing that can remedy this situation is more cowbell.

My Cups Overfloweth

Literally. This is the part where I break down and cry because the only bras that fit me look like something my grandmother might wear (nothing against my grandma - she's still got it going on). This weekend I decided that I hate the 3 nursing bras I have. They provide pretty much no support anymore and they're U-G-L-Y... they ain't got no alibi. Before pregnancy when I was a DD, I would complain that all the cute bras were made in the smaller sizes and BLAH BLAH BLAH! I didn't know how easy I had it. I would kill to be a DD right now.

So in I marched to Bosom Buddies to check out their selection since most stores don't even carry my size. They would probably look at me, laugh and send me toward the door. I was under the impression that I was now a 34 G. That in itself was depressing. So I found some bras that weren't hideous and tried them on. THEY WERE TOO SMALL!!!!! Now there is a distinct difference between a G cup and an H/I cup. Not just the size itself but the magnitude of ugliness that you reach once you cross over. I went from "hmm, these are decent looking" to "HOLY mother of flesh colored shaplessness! You expect me to wear this and pay half a months salary for it?!" Oh no they di-in't. I was starting to regret the decision to have the lady come see if the G size was fitting ok. I thought it looked fine, yeah maybe a little snug, but the styles of the G cup were tolerable. Once she took a look and said "No way jose" and pointed me toward the H/I section I had a mental breakdown.

Oh and did I mention that the straps on these things are wider than state of Texas? That leaves me with a very limited wardrobe this summer (Like I'm going to actually wear tank tops with bra straps like that!). As if it wasn't already hard enough to find shirts that don't make me look like I'm working the corner.