30 Years Old, 5'6" and 135lbs, No Kids and Getting 300-325cc Under Muscle Breast Augmentation - Palo Alto, CA

They're squishy and soft and feel like real boobs! So happy with them! Incisions are also healing nicely and my nipplea aren't as sensitive. I started exercising lightly again and taking it slow.

I actually kind of have forgetten they're fake the last couple of days. They've been feeling so much softer and could almost pass as real both in and out of clothes in the way they move and their softness and dropping. I've had to do a lot of driving for work and my boyfriend has gone back to work this week so i was a bit worried that some of my pain would return from the swelling. They did swell a bit, so I took some Tylenol and gently massaged them a bit and they stopped feeling so swollen and full. I'm really happy with them and think they've healed remarkably fast. They kind of looked great from day one and I was really expecting them to be bruised and disfigured and torpedo-like, but nope. I think the quality of the surgeon makes a big difference in the recovery and result of this surgery.

The only thing I'm anxious about is when I can get back to the gym. I thrive from the happy endorphins I get from exercise and long walks just don't cut it. Hopefully I'll get the ok to do some exercising during my follow-up visit this Monday.

Wow... I can believe it's day 6 and I'm off all pain meds. I carry around Tylenol just in case but it's been a very low pain, low stress process. I'm a side sleeper, so that's been an adjustment. But I'm also the sort of person who can fall asleep in an airport, a coffee shop, a soccer game, my own birthday party... so maybe I'm not a great example. Last night I tried to spoon my boyfriend and succeeded. For me, the worst parts of this whole experience have been the inability to hug and cuddle my boyfriend and my friends and dogs. My pug mix is a very greedy cuddler and it pains me to think that she must feel like I've stopped wanting her to jump on my chest and nuzzle my face. The second worst part is the constipation. I took several laxatives pre and post surgery every day, and I pity the woman who was in the Target bathroom stall next to me yesterday when the residual effects of my Percoset painkillers finally, finally gave in.
Lastly, I have some concerns about money. Previously I would bring a handful of clothes in the dressing room and find only one or two things flattered my body or made me feel attractive. But now, hello boobies!! I feel like a goddess in every damn thing I try on. I need a new job to support all the clothes I now look like a sexy beast in and must buy. First world problems. Also, I understand this selfie business much more than I used to. I've taken some selfies before, but yesterday I took more selfies in a single day of my boobies alone than in my entire lifetime, and they look so good I could possibly be unashamed if they migrated around the Internet. So thanks, RealSelf, because I've been lurking for years and convinced me to get major surgery to shove these silicon pancakes in my chest that have magically made my life so much better and happier. I can watch Game of Thrones without feeling like a deficient half-woman every time some tavern wench drops her nightie/peasant smock and her big bouncy (and probably fake--I'm onto you!) breasts show up and assault my eyes. [RS bleep].. Maybe I can actually wear one of those bosomy tavern wentch getups to the Renaisaance fair this year without feeling like I'm playing hide-the-grape in the potato sacks up on top. This is all so exciting! I'm off to find new ways to enjoy my new breasts, later alligator ????