Well, they tell you, but when you're younger, and perky, you don't believe them.

Tit-wrangling.

The older you get, the more support they need. And, the bras are not as pretty. *huffs*

I found a beautiful, push up the big gals bra so I bought it. Red satin, lace and *groans* underwires. Ugh.

So, I get it, I try it on. As I'm moving around the bedroom, I notice...it creaks. Creaks like the creakiest corset you ever read about. I took it off, washed it and hung it up to dry. Today I might get lucky, if what hubby said at the pub last night is any hint. I figure, I'll try that bra again and the low-cut tee shirt.

I put the straps over my shoulders, bend over, take the underwires in my hands and then scoop the girls in. I stand up, hook the back, straighten the straps...

...and spend the next ten minutes wrangling my tits into place. I finally got them positioned and the tee shirt on, look in the mirror and--it was worth every minute. *VBG*

I have cleavage! I hope baby notices, cos these wires are already bugging me.