32D?

So I decided to go get properly fitted for bras. I’ve been needing new bras and thought, what the heck, I‘ll go and get properly measured. And plus, I saw on oprah that most women are wearing the wrong bra size. Anyways, I went to Nordstrom’s and the bra lady went into the dressing room with me and measured my boobs as I stood there without my shirt. Quite funny, actually. The funniest part was that she insisted after careful measurement and inspection that I was a 32d!! I explained that she must be mistaken as I’ve been wearing a 34B forever. I just couldn’t accept the fact that I might be a 32D. She had me try on all shapes and sizes of bras until we both concluded she was right and sure enough i’m a true 32D. I bought a couple of size 32d bras and I must say they are very comfortable and fabulous. I can’t believe I’ve been wearing the wrong size all these years. The first thing I did when I left Nordstrom’s was call gina and tell her the news. We laughed about it and wondered aloud how huge her boobs would get during her pregnancy. When I got home and told john the news, he almost died. “A size D?” he yelled, “you mean, my girls are not only a size d, but you’ve been squishing them into a size b this whole time…poor girls” he went on and on. It was a good laugh. I am slowly accepting the news. I’ve just never been a girl impressed with big boobs. I’d prefer the smaller the better. I need to learn and embrace them, I suppose. The whole thing cracks me up.