Oh my gosh Oh my gosh

I found it. the one. I am so very excited. I am of course waiting for another 2 shipments of bras, and I would love it to have more than one style to wear, but for now this is it:

The Fancee Free Underwire Nursing Bra

It meets all my criteria:
- Size 34G
- Underwire
- T-shirt bra (i.e. no lace, so I can wear it under clothes I actually own)
- No lines
- Nursing bra (I wasn't so much looking for a nursing bra, but it does mean that I'll be able to buy a lot more of these. I would have felt extravagant buying 4 non-nursing bras for the next 4 months, but given that I'll be traveling for 3.5 weeks it certainly will be more convenient. I am however still puzzled as to the purpose of 'nursing bras' in my size. When you are a G cup, having that most br.ea.st tumble through the opening just doesn't seem practical or modest by anyone's standard - it really looks no different than if I just unhooked the back. But maybe I'll discover the convenience later).

The store is birthandbaby.com (thank you internets). It's a very small store which means that several items I ordered were on backorder, but they also called to check if I wanted to change colors in order to get items earlier (um, yes!) and told me to call back after I received the first two bras and they would adjust the rest of my order. Great customer service.

In other, much less appropriate bre.as.t news, I have discovered a new and odd feature of my expanding upper-mid-body. My breasts are now a truly incredible 23" circumference at the base (as measured very roughly by me with the aid of a ribbon just now). And since I don't have much feeling in them I don't really notice how I stuff them into my current ill-fitting bras ... which means that I can at times have my nipples pointing in completely opposite directions:
i.e. one stuck on my armpit, the other pointing straight up at my chin
I'd never noticed before because it never showed, but now, when I walk into a cold room or through the freezer section of the supermarket or even into the elevator in our apartment building, JD will occasionally give me a rather perturbed look and whisper 'Can't you fix that?' I have to admit, it is an odd effect. I really wish I could post a photo to show you how disconcerting it is, but sadly my slim remnants of modesty don't allow it (but maybe I'll accidentally post one in the next belly shot).