Miraculous inventions

From time to time, I get excited about certain products or brands. Recent faves include Multigrain Life cereal, those little yogurts with a granola or chocolaty mixture package latched on top, Mac computers (of course), and Bumble & Bumble hair products. But nothing compares to the frenzied gratitude I now feel toward bra extenders.

While my boobs have been growing since I got pregnant, they’ve been doing so slowly and manageably. Until last week. Last week, they mounted an all-out effort to rival Salma Hayek's set when she was pregnant. My bras strained to keep them in, I strained to keep breathing, but inevitably we'd surrender … at restaurants, on planes, wherever, I'd reach up my shirt and unhook that clasp. Nice.

But yesterday, unpacking from a trip to Ontario that had been too busy to accommodate super-size bra shopping, I found a little package of two bra extenders I got from Thyme Maternity about a month back. I had forgotten about this purchase, since at that time, the growth spurt hadn’t struck. I ripped open the package, hooked up a bra, and called Craig in from the other room to do me up.

Oh my god. The relief. For $3.99. I am a product champion.

For more on the indignities of pregnancy boobs, see the entry at the blog a little pregnant. One of the comments to the post is: “I really like the point at which your boobs can help balance a plate on your belly while standing up.” This gives me hope: at some future date, my new boobs may at least be functional. Until then, I will focus on the heaven-sent bra extenders.

Comments

[dan turner]

I think I just fainted.

Your Father

[kiley]

I understand. Sorry for the shock. This is just a mild example of the problems of writing anything when you have parents. Think about tools. Think about organizing your basement. Block this post from your memory.