Rack of Bam!

Ladies, if I can pass along one simple piece of advice, it's this: Get thee to a bra fitting! Since "the girls" went from ho-hum to totally bummed - after the birth of my second son - none of my boulder holders have fit the same. So I got a bra fitting. And I got quite a jolt. Somehow, my size has changed from my long-standing 34B to a ... wait for it ... 34D. Based on appearance, it's easy to understand why I doubted this information. A 34D is a size often requested for breast enhancements. When those new boobs emerge from the knife, I promise, they don't look like mine. How could I be a D? Assuming my bra fitter had hit the ganja before coming to work, I figured I'd help her out and try on the bra so she wouldn't get fired while coming down from her buzz. It fit! It fit really, really well. If I didn't understand science before, now I'm totally befuddled.