Happy size D cup days are here again! As of this morning, I am back to wearing pre-pregnancy bras. I don't feel like a fat chick anymore, having to wear those bras that could be mistaken for the sporty bra for the nose of an airplane. Ya know, the kind that P-Diddy probably has adorning the nose of his personal jet.

I am crazy over this development. I can wear tank tops, button up shirts...I may even try a strapless sundress this weekend. Oh Nelly, I might be getting ahead of myself. The boobies are smaller, but shapless after eight months of having their perk marrow sucked from them. But I can wear tank tops!