Over the Shoulder Boulder Holders

After having Liam my bra size went from pretty damn big to ridiculous.   I went from wearing a bra to wearing an over the shoulder boulder holder. 
I've started debating having a reduction, especially if I have any more children.  Two full cups sizes with the first was more than enough.  Soon I won't have to wear a bra, but a lace covered donkey to haul these puppies around.  For those who don't have big breasts, you aren't missing out.  In addition to the back pain, shoulder pain and even bone deterioration from strap, they choke you.  Some people laugh, but it's true.  Real breasts fall into your under arm when you lay back.  But really big breasts fall into your under arm and into your throat.  "Your throat?" you say.  Yup.  And they essentially smother you.  (Not a bad way to go, but still.)
Luckily I found this amazing little shop in Red Bank, New Jersey that sells A-J bras.  Though pricey the bra is beautiful, fits like a glove and has amazing support.
Now my inner debate is, do I plan for surgery in the next five years, and wind up with smaller more managable breasts.  Will my insurance pay for it without a drawn out hassel?  Do they ever do anything without a hassle? 
I've had large breasts as long as I've had breasts.  Will my identity and feeling of self change after surgery?  Roseann covered the topic on her show years ago, and though I laughed I understood her worries.  Will her husband still find her attractive?  Will it work and make a noticeable difference?  Can I handle the pain? I guess it can sit on the back burner until after the next little egg comes about.
Would you change your breast size?  Go bigger?  Go smaller?  Get a lift?  Why?

"The Road" - The Book

  My mother had a copy of "The Road" sitting in her bin of books. I picked it up, in need of something to read, and asked her how it was. The answer was simple, "Depressing."
  Willing to give it a go, I zipped through the first 70 pages. She was right. Not only was it depressing but it was tedious. The dialogue just kept repeating. The dialogue just kept repeating. The dialogue just kept repeating. That gets old fast, doesn't it.  Let's not forget that there are no apostrophes or quotation marks in the book.  Did the editor think this added to the story or was it an effort to drive the grammar geeks, (you know who you are...Amanda), insane?
  If I had a dollar for every time that damn kid asked his, "Papa" where they were going, and for every time he said "Okay." I could buy a Mini Cooper.
  The real kicker was when the duo met the old man. Then there were two characters repeating everything Papa said. Oh joy. Plus, the little bugger wanted to adopt everyone they found like they were a stray puppy.
  By page 100 not only did I not care about the characters, I was hoping someone would eat the kid in an effort to make a blip in the story other than treading in the ashen world they lived in.
  Now, as an English major I could easily spew out an essay about the relationship between father and son; how despite their hardships and wishing for death, they continue, if not for each other. I could go on about the relationship that can develop between lonely strangers which would explain the son's desire to adopt everyone they find. I could pontificate about how the father, watching his son breathe, soon loses the position of caretaker and becomes the one needing care, with his son watching him breathe at night, and in turn becomes caretaker.
  But, I'm not in college anymore. I did finish the book, because books are meant to be finished. It didn't mean I enjoyed it, after all, no one ate that kid with a side of canned peaches found in their cart. Now, that would have been worth 150+ pages of walking, starving and ash. Yum.
  If you would like my copy of "The Road" just email me and pay media shipping, about $2.25 and it is yours.  If you have an APO/military address, shipping is free as well as the book!