C or a D

I spent some time shopping for a dress to wear to my brother's wedding. The experience was horrific. Clearly, all dresses run small as nothing fit me that should have fit me. The last time there was a clear disconnect between my body and clothing was when I was shopping for something to wear to Rob's 20th class reunion. NOTHING fit that was "supposed" to be my size. I remember if very clearly - I left Woodfield so flipped out that I stopped and got a milk shake to ease the pain that I was no longer wearing a 10. Then when I got home, I did some thinking.....when the hell was I supposed to have my period? Well to make a long story short, I did a pregnancy test and yes indeed, I was pregnant. With Peter. It does go down as one of my most shocking moments of my life but what a great way to come to terms w/ the fact that I wasn't wearing a 10 any more - OH, I am pregnant. Of course....that makes total sense. Phew! This time I've got nothing. I am not pregnant. I am not sick. I don't have a thyroid problem (believe me I have tried and tried to get THAT to be the reason). I don't have mono or chronic fatigue syndrome. All I have it my big ole' self to blame. And that sucks. How many blogs will i Have to write on this subject until I start making a change?
Anyway - moving on. My mom and I decided to go to Nordstroms to get fitted for a bra. You know, they are famous for being able to really get your right size. So we belly up and say "we are ready for new undergarments". Well, I am not even going to go into the fact that we had the craziest humans alive helping us. But what I will share is that she said I am at least a C if not a D. Now, you know me. Flat, fried eggs, pancakes.....I've got nothing. So to say that I am a C or a D, well you can imagine how fast we wanted to run b/c clearly - this lady is crazy. We tried on several bras and it was a painful experience. If you at all want to get a well fitting bra, don't ask for Gayle at Nordstroms.