(Despite the last post.. John and I have agreed to marriage counseling before we officially call it quits one last time. And putting our differences aside and actually talking it out, we thankfully are making a break through.)
So thinking back when I was big fat pregnant with Ayanna, I loved my big 'o boobs. LOVED them. I was a 36D, and even coming out of that! I have always wanted big boobs (I can't help it, I even stare at other girls boobs if they have them showing, totally looking like a 16 year old boy.) and mix a lil sperm and egg, and that was the magic potion. Then having the baby, (or in my case, 2 babies) and they looked even bigger without that protruding belly, taking the attention off of these massive money makers.
Unbeknown st to me, (and just my luck) after I stopped breastfeeding, my big beautiful full breast... well they shrunk. And if that wasn't enough, I am smaller than I was before! Before pregnancy I was a 34C and on the small side of that C. Now, I am barely a 34B. Then, to make matters worse, THEY FELL. I have small saggy nipple boobies. John thinks they are cute, go figure. But I just can't get over it. Last summer my boobs were non existent. My front was as flat as my back in my (quite cute) swimsuit. Embarrassingly.
(pics taken on a drunken float trip last June.)
Have I mentioned yet that when John and I aren't arguing over stupid things, (because we are both control freaks) we have a pretty good marriage, and are each others best supporter. Even last year while separated we remained friends, supported each other and had family days with the kids.
That being said, I have been complaining for the past few months while summer crept up and my Victoria's Secret Swimsuit magazines started showing up in my mailbox. This year, I want my boobs back. And this summer, I'm doing it!
I have been doing a TON of research on the plastic surgeons here in Kansas City. Tons of reading and studying via the University of Google which option is best for me, and which qualified Dr. I trust to make me a perfect pair of boobies.
With some help (again thanks to Google) I have found him! The (old, but very experienced) man that will be making me the boobies I have always wanted! When I called the office, and the girl asked me why I wanted this surgery, she laughed when I told her that breastfeeding deflated what little bit of blessing my Grandma gave me, cause Lord knows my Mom (and her small 34A's, if you call them boobs) sure didn't, and I wanted my boobs back! I also made sure that she knew that I'm not looking to be the next M.I.L.F playmate of the year, so no monster Pam Anderson boobies, just a full C.. which is just a tad bigger than I once already was.
My consultation is on the 12th of June, and I am so excited! It's actually kind of funny, I keep doing little skits and dances for John, with biggo pretend boobs.. dancing around my stripper pole. (Yes I have a stripper pole in our bedroom, and I don't care how slutty that make me sound or look, because doing pole yoga and pole aerobics is how I lost all my baby weight plus more. And nobody but John sees me make a fool of myself, and he loves every minute of it.)
So at I'm hoping at the end of the consultation they can get me in by the end of June, because one of my best friends if coming in town June 28th through July 9th. Last year we had soooooooooooo much fun. (I'm sure you can feel it in all the ooo's right?!) This year we have more time together, and last year to top. For me, since I haven't been out in a month, what a great way to celebrate with two new girls! Haha
Also we have a week long trip in August to go to the Outer Banks in North Carolina with John's family. We'll be there a week, which I sure will be filled with nothing but days of drinking the finest cocktails relaxing by the pool at this fabulous house, and nights of smoking sweet Cuban cigars, playing card games, drinking (sugar free) Redbull and Goose, taking shots, and picking out one of seven rooms to pass out in, or throw up all over, which ever first.
Yeah... this will be an interesting summer. :)
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