A little TMI

My old friend Vicky has a secret. Normally, she lets me in on this secret and we enjoy it together, like an inside joke that no one else knows. Well, since getting pregnant with Ethan, the joke has been on me. She doesn't have any secrets big enough and she's turned her attention to smaller, less pregnant women. (Yes, we're talking about Victoria's Secret bras, people).

However, since Vicky abandoned me, I've found a new friend. Her name is Anita. Anita is supportive and accommodating of my increased needs. While ironically enough she is a well-kept secret in her own right, she doesn't discriminate.

I've been having trouble breathing. Ethan is sitting up so high he's pushing into my rib cage so unless I am lying down or leaning over my exercise ball, taking each breath is difficult and often painful. Especially if I am not able to fully sit back in my chair, for instance when I'm trying to type at work. To exaserbate the problem, the three bras I purchased at Motherhood Maternity are becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The underwire cut into me constantly as there is no room between my large cleavage and increasingly huge belly for the wire to lay against my chest as it should.

So, I e-mailed my friend Annie, who has experience in the area of large cleavage and she told me I needed an Anita Bra. Desperate for anything to help, I followed her advice. These girls are not cheap. They're from Germany (I think) and run around $60 or more most of the time. But I found one at a discount on e-bay and went for it.

I'm so glad I did.

I finally have the support I need to at least keep the breathing problem in check. I still have baby feet in my ribs (as I type, even...) and breathing still isn't the most enjoyable part of my life, but at least I have a little less pain from trying to keep my bra in a comfortable place.

It feels good.