Fabulously fake. Beautifully big. Perfectly Perky.

It's been 3+ weeks since my surgery, almost 4. I'm having a small complication that may require a slight revision surgery in the future. I guess I knew going in that things could happen, go awry, but assumed that stuff happens to other people.

Sort of like having a c-section. I didn't pay attention to that part of Lamaze classes with Garth because I'd already had a previous, relatively uncomplicated vaginal delivery. So why would I need a c-section if I already knew my body could do it the 'normal' way?

Just a few weeks later I had a crash, emergency c-section.

A year later, another c-section.

Three years later, yet another one. This one was at least planned.

So much for assuming.

I'm quickly getting used to these new lovelies. How I got by with 36longs for so long I'll never know. Fake is fabulous. Perky is perfect. Round is rockin'. I am completely & utterly in love with them.

In the world of breast implants, I'm currently experiencing a little bit of "boob greed". I wish I'd gone a little bigger. A lot of women go in worrying they'll be too big and come out wishing they'd gone bigger. Such the feeling was not lost on me.

The feeling will pass, I'm sure, they'll eventually be corrected (naturally or surgically) and I'll be able to stop thinking/worrying about them as much as I have been lately.

The one thing I have yet to feel is regret. I only wish I'd done this sooner!