'scuse me?

I am less than a week away from my 4 month post-surgery date.  I had some free time and thought to myself, I need to get the girls sized.  I have been wearing sports bras and bralettes rather than the usual cup/band size because I have not had the time to select, try on, and purchase new brassieres.

But, let's rewind for a quick minute to the the beginning when I thought about upgrading them and discussed what I wanted.  I wanted more fullness, a full C, but nothing huge.  I think 'obnoxious' was the word I used.  During my initial consult and later at a second consult, my PS told me that I would likely go up in size to a D.  Although I wasn't crazy thrilled about the whole D concept but after thinking about it for a bit, I thought .... I can accept that.  

Now fast forward to a post-op follow-up visit, my PS said as he groped and looked at his handy work, "You're definitely a D and may even be a Double D."  

'scuse me?

So, I used some of that extra time and stopped in at Victoria's Secret and asked for a fitting.   

The sales lady helping me asked me what kind of styles I liked and what size I normally wore while she measured me and then casually said ...

"You're a triple."

I said with my eyes wider than normal, "A triple what?"

"A triple.  As in a triple D."

Luckily the shock has since worn off, I am sporting my new sexy TRIPLE bras and even though hearing and typing or seeing DDD still throws me for a loop more times than not, I still love the choice that I made and I am happy with the results.  They look natural and full, feel nice and don't look obnoxious.

I have no regrets.  Not a one.