I would say that I am healing quite nicely. I’m getting more stamina, and am capable of wandering through a few stores as long as I sit every now and then. What I am not capable of doing though is walking the entire mall. Nope, I didn’t even try. Instead, my mom and I borrowed a wheelchair from E’s mother in-law. Now, I have a new found respect for those who have to use them daily. How the heck do you manage to navigate your way into half the dressing rooms out there? Uggghhh. Either way, I’m not complaining, because I was able to be out and about without being totally exhausted.
So, you ask what mission was accomplished? I finally found a bathing suit to accommodate my ginormous hooters! Of course, there are no bathing suits that I could find to accommodate a thirty 6 triple d. (Typed that way to avoid googlers looking to see some T&A.) I did find ones that fit double ds. Take a gander!
This is the one I bought, minus the skirt thing. I opted for a basic black bottom. I was actually impressed with Dillard’s selection. Many of them had under-wires, which we all know is quite helpful if you find that you need that extra support. My neighbor K is heading over there next, because they have several that weren’t halters and were bikinis (both are her criteria, and are hard to find in our size.)
So, I scored myself a bathing suit, picked up Mother’s Day cards (now that I’m not on p.ercocet, I can actually fill them out,) and enjoyed a day not lounging on the couch. Thanks mom for wheeling me all over the place, and thankfully only twice actually into things. I forgive her, she’s a rookie driver!
Ok, back to attempting to make us some really interesting dinner. It’s for low-carb dieters, lasagna in a bowl.
Oh, and one last thing. My RE said that the three months preceeding pregnancy are the most important. This should be a very obvious thing to me, considering we’ve been trying for nearly four years. However, it has been so long since I’ve actually thought there was a chance of it truly happening. So, now I find myself scratching my head at the entire concept of “it could happen.” I’m guessing I should go and pick up prenatals, just in case. I just can’t shake the skeptic in me who is laughing and saying, “Yeah, right, three months! Ha! As if I’d get that lucky!” However, the optimist in me is saying that positive thoughts are more healthy than dangerous to me. I’m working on that.
