My sister gave me a catalog this morning for a company called "Title Nine." As the name implies, they sell workout gear for women, and she had one particular item marked for me. You see, I'd made the comment to her a while back that running had become a bit more challenging since having the baby. Oh, I'm not talking about my general lack of conditioning. I'm talking about my burgeoning boobage.

I've always been fairly well-endowed, but Holy Shit! Having a baby sent me far beyond "Well endowed" and into "You have got to be fucking kidding me." And running became Ridiculous. I did attempt to run a few weeks back, and got about twenty steps before realizing that unless I wanted to do myself permanent damage I needed more support than my poor little sports bra (that had always served me very faithfully and sufficiently before) could provide. This morning I wore TWO bras as well as a spandex tank thingy that was two sizes too small and managed to keep the Girls in place to a fairly reasonable degree.

So my sister marked the bra I needed to buy. (The description totally cracked me up.) This thing is like a corset! But it might be more comfortable than wearing two bras.

And my daughter won't end up with a milkshake.