Smoke 'em if you've got 'em

I'm about 18 days away from my Breast Reduction Surgery, and you know it's a bad day in Bridesville when having your mammaries sliced-and-diced is easier for you to stomach than place settings.

Since almost fleeing in horror from the surgeon I was originally assigned, I was a little skittish about choosing another. But find another I did, and boy am I excited!

He listened, he answered my questions, he was patient, and he even forgot to bring a med student to gawk at my enormous ta-tas!

Thanks, doc!

That said, my primary worries are
1. They'll be too small and fiance won't like them.
2. They'll be too small, fiance won't like them, and neither will anyone else.
3. I'll have a true pear shape, and everyone knows that Pear shaped women don't get the cute clothes.
4. They'll heal in a wierd shape.

I've always thought that having large breasts was a big part (heh) of what made me attractive to men. I can't help but wonder if I'll get the same looks after the surgery. Especially since FH is not the most reassuring when it comes to my physical appearance. It means a lot (not that I'd tell FH this) that other men find me attractive. Nobody wants to think they've fallen off the pretty truck.

I'll be going from a DDD to a C/D, which is nice. I can't imagine the clothes! Oh, wait. I can! (hello figleaves.com!). I'm excited on one hand to not have my neck, shoulders, and back hurt, but I can't deny that Big Breasts have their advantages (cleavage, making one's tummy look smaller).

That said, I'm just waiting for the 24th. Until then, I'll be leafing through lingerie catalogues and looking at myself sideways in the mirror, and hopeing that FH doesn't make any stupid comments about "bazoombies".

And I'm tossing his "Big Boob Bangeroo" porn DVD, too.