For those who don't know, my husband and I are both graduates from OU who have very strong feelings for our beloved Sooners (I mean, look at my blog colors). Now knowing this, it would come as no surprise that we were beyond ecstatic to learn that for Christmas my in-laws were sending us to the Sugar Bowl. Being the tried and true Sooners we are, despite the lack of hope from the rest of the country, we held on to one tiny thread that something exciting would happen at this game. If anything, we still wanted to support our team through a likely loss. Long story short, we road tripped to NOLA- A much needed vacay for two very tired parents struggling to stay afloat through an almost three week stint of "baby's teething" sleeps. So to put that in non-parent terms that means sleep is "few and far between."
The road trip down was exciting despite our moderate despair regarding our predicted outcome against Bama. Even the approximate 12 hour, childless drive seemed short compared to the hour and half drive to visit my parents with a screaming toddler in the back. We missed the babe, but let's be honest. We did not miss the responsibility.
Our first night in NOLA we did exactly what I assume most child-free parents would do. WE. WENT. ALL. OUT.....on Bourbon Street with our friends from college that, in a few cases, we had not seen since college. How fun is that?! Now interesting enough our "ALL OUT" meter has shrank dramatically since having a child, and if I'm being really honest, probably since we reached our late 20's even though I know my husband and I would both love to think that we could still keep up with those crazy college kids we once were. We were in bed by 12:30. Lame? No. I am old enough to recognize the value of a good night's sleep.
Anywho, at the end of our night (Yes. Midnight.) our group found ourselves in a sketchy "cabaret." Why we ended up there, I'm still not entirely sure, but I'm pretty sure it started with a conversation about how when I was a child my family took a vacation to NOLA and being the attentive child I was, soon learned what those girls were up to. I, still flabbergasted at the thought, popped up in bed one evening during our stay when my dad was trying to quietly leave our hotel room to get a newspaper or something from the lobby. "You're not going to one of those places, are you?!" I exclaimed, sincerely concerned. After assuring me he was not, and my mom getting a good laugh, I drifted off to sleep. Today, it's still one of my parents favorite stories to tell when the good ole' family stories are being passed around.
Ok, back to the cabaret. When I say sketchy, I mean that the girls were likely on their least hoorah in this line of work and when you walked through the door their was an aura of questionability looming in the air. My gracious husband, as sweet as he is, made a very valiant effort to assure me I looked much better than those girls. As much as I appreciated it, it really wasn't needed. I knew I looked better than those girls, but I did get to thinking about how my body has changed since having the babe.
Jump to our drive home. I found upon checking my email for the 400th time on that long drive that I was excited to see that Victoria Secret was holding their semi-annual sale. Now maybe it would have still been exciting if I had received that email at home, not having just been to the "cabaret" (Yes, there is a reason I keeping putting that word in quotes), but I'd be willing to bet that I was a teensy bit motivated by our recent trip as well.
Breastfeeding takes it out of the little ladies. Those nice perky tatas are no longer. They've been worked and worked and look like it. As much as I enjoyed breastfeeding little O, this is one major drawback. No, not a deterrent. I'd do it all over again (and plan to), but, oh, I would love to have my 22 year old boobs. This being said my husband was sweet enough to watch the babe as I went to get remeasured and buy some new boob gear. Even if they weren't show off material anymore, they sure were going to be supported by pretty things. In the end, I came home with two new bras and a whole new size! I was certain my ladies were deflated and smaller, however I actually got to go up a cup. BOOM. These bras were also the first push-ups I'd purchased since middles school. Sadly, they were bought out of necessity both then and now. Wearing the new bras, I totally noticed a difference!
Moral of this lengthy post. After pregnancy your whole body changes, especially your boobs if you've been breastfeeding. Probably even if you don't, too, I'm sure. Get yourself remeasured so that you know what size of bra you should be wearing. It will change your life.
