In with the new ...
I went bra shopping on Saturday. How sad is my life that I was actually excited to go. I hate bra shopping with a passion, but it was such a relief to get out of the house, by myself. Anyway, I bought five bras (a miracle, since I never usually find any that fit me right) and can now gleefully trash my stretched-out, unsupportive nursing bras that I have been wearing. Hooray! I am uplifted and perky (well, at least my chest is - my mood? Not so much.)
