D-Day

Friday, I finally went in for the procedure I've been hoping to get for so very long. Thank goodness for financing options, right? Anyway, since I'm not sure how to delver the news delicately or tastefully or with any semblance of reason, I'll just come out and say it: Yesterday morning, I got a breast augmentation. Or I suppose it would be more accurate to say I got *two* augmentations, because just one would certainly look a bit odd. For those of you who feel hurt or left out by finding out via the blog, I apologize. For a multitude of reasons, I kept this decision on lockdown, and shared with hardly anyone... there were a lot of things I didn't want to hear and a lot of things I was already telling myself as Devil's Advocate, so I felt like talking about it with others would turn it into a more dramatic and nerve-wracking situation than I wanted.

To make a long story short, I did it because it will make me feel differently about my body, happier about my appearance, more feminine, and more confident physically. My husband supports me 100%, and at this very moment is out with the baby and taking full care of him (and me) while I'm in recovery. Speaking of which: this typing has super exhausted me and it is now time for yet another nappy. ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz