26 Yr Old , 5'8 147lbs No Kids & Prepping for a Wedding!! - Fayetteville, NC

Surgery was at 8:30 this morning. I worked out yesterday evening so I was able to sleep pretty well without the "night before excitement". I went in about 15 minutes early and just so I could be in and out as my mom drove me and she works third shift so I knew she would be sleepy herself. I got my IV put on, took 4 times. One kept rolling he blew one out and the other was just messy, all the while I kept saying the vessels on my left are flat. I'm a medic, and I know my body. I don't even give blood form that arm. Anyhow they finally decided to switch arms and it went in first try. I didn't get a count back or anything. They just was verifying size and sterility with me and all the sudden I was being woken up in a chair and fully dressed. I was given a baby can of ginger ale and a cracker and I talked about mass with my nurse who was just a complete doll. I randomly started crying and she said its normal when recovering from anesthia. She wheel chaired me out and into my car in which my mom was already sitting in and ready to go. She said not to use my chest muscles for anything and to use my legs instead :/ at this point I regret doing legs the night before surgery because my chest legs and butt equally hurt. My mom stops at CVS for a thermometer and gingerale. All the lines are long because it's lunch time by now so that took 30 excruciating minutes, I was starting to feel the pain. We FINALLY get home. I live on the third floor in my apartment complex and I TOOK MY SWEET TIME, because they bounced a little at first and ouch! So after that I took one step at a time and my Mom followed from behind me. She took my jacket off and FINALLY gave me my pain medication and for some odd reason I popped my headphones in and turn Pandora onto billy Cunningham radio and listened to country until a fell asleep which was surprisingly the most comforting nap ever. I woke up just now to share with y'all, can't take any pictures because this crap hurts but it's only 3 in the afternoon so maybe later this evening I'll try.

So I went in for a silicone consultation today. My PS does not
recommend it and he did a terrible job at making me feel like they are
the better product or worth the cash. From there I went to lunch and
came back and decided to do pre-op for saline because at that point I
had already had my consultation for both types with the same surgeon.
Now here's where my heart dropped at bit. Back in August at my saline
consultation my PS notes my thin chest plate as well as my reduced
breast tissue and STILL said I could get 500 max but 400 would look nice
on me. Mind you I'm already feeling like I took a lose today because
I'm doing saline over silicone but THEN during preop and he's measuring
stuff out, apparently for me, at my height and weight, he says anything
over 350cc's will give me a "boob job" look. I want big boobs though. No
I don't want [RS bleep] super round abnormal boobs but I want them to be big
and noticeable. He kept saying it would be a natural look with the
350ccs and no one would know I got a BA but that's the thing. I'm pretty
flat so I WANT it to be a noticeable change and I WANT them to be big, I
just don't want them to be super round or odd on my body. So should I
take his advice or try another PS since mine is obviously not comfy
putting more then 350 ccs in. I've seen PLENTY of women with far heavier
implants who are my height and weight and started with even less than
me, and they look gorgeous!

So since the last consultation I decided to go big or go home. So I rather have big boobs then pay and feel like I am still in the little booby club. My PS is just NOT making me feel confident about going bigger and I'm not happy about that. Finally down to 135llbs so I was look forward to ditching my pear shape for a coke bottle but nooooooo. All these other women with perfectly big natural "appearing" breast....maybe it's not me, maybe his skill set isn't high enough for putting in heavy implants and still making it look natural.