This is what I purchased when I went to Target with my husband last week. Never in my life did I think that a 34DD would be considered un-sexy…but when your boobs hurt and look saggy, and the very, very last thing you want your husband to do is touch them, well, we’ve reached that point. This was officially my most depressing combination of purchases ever. And maybe cream for stretch marks is one of those things I should have purchased alone?
And I’m sure you’ve all gathered that I’m really, really missing alcohol. Like WAY more than I thought I would. And while this helps quench my cravings for beer, its really not the same as a Sol with a lime on one of these warm summer days. Or a Margarita with extra salt, which I would just about kill for right now.