Introducing.....

This is one of those posts that my dad will probably want to skip.

I'm going to be talking about all things related to me being a woman.

So, go ahead, Papa....close this window. There won't be any pictures of your cute grandbabies to steal off this post.



A lot of things change when you have a baby.

And then more things change when you have another one.

I'm afraid of what will happen with my next one.

My weight contains numbers I have seen on biggest loser.

My stretch marks resemble tiny silver rivers running all over my stomach and then down to my calves. Seriously. CALVES. Skirts are now a thing of the past.

And my boobs.....well, Victoria holds no Secrets for MY ladies.

My over the shoulder boulder holders have words on the tag like "curvaceous woman."

I really have no problem sharing my bra size if anyone really cares to know. But, it's not something I think a lot of people feel comfortable asking me. Mostly because I think they're afraid that I will be offended at how far their jaws drop at the answer. (However far, it's not as far as my boobs do.)

All this being said, when I had a dress fitting for my sister-in-law's wedding in June, I was slightly embarrassed to carry my bra in without a bag.

Because.

It.

Is.

Huge.

The sheer size of this bra was shocking.

And really.....when am I EVER going to wear a strapless bra again?

So, I decided to have a little fun.

And that's where I lead into my newest blog series.

MASSIVE MAMMARY MONDAY

Tune in every Monday to see more pictures like this:





And to take a guess at how many different things I can fit in each of my bra cups.


It'll be fun.

And if not....well, at least you can be thankful that your bra size contains one of the first four letters of the alphabet.