5'5" 105 lbs, 32A to 32DD - 250cc Sientra silicone under muscle, Moderate+, peri-areolar incision

I had always been a small B cup and was fine with it. I am 5'5", usually around 110 pounds, and they worked for me. But after breastfeeding my 2 kids, over the last 10 years, I lost a cup size and then some. They were small but still didn't really bother me. I still liked how I looked in a bikini and could pad my bras to look normal, though I do have to tailor some tops to fit.

Then just recently, I lost 5 pounds, which doesn't sound like much, but wow, that was IT for my girls. They really bit the dust. One day I glanced in the mirror at myself wearing a sportsbra and thin t-shirt and gasped-- I looked like a boy. And it hit me-- I could have them done! I could be one of "those" women I never thought I'd ever be!

So I'm scheduled for less than 2 weeks from now and starting to get nervous. I found a PS whose before/after photos look great and he has a solid reputation. The good thing but unnerving thing about him is that HE makes the final decision about the size. He told me to bring photos and we talked a bit about it, but I am worried I didn't communicate properly and I'll wake up unhappy.

I said I wanted a solid B, small C. We talked about 225-250cc, silicone, and at first we were thinking moderate plus but when I tried on sizers, I didn't like how they made me look wide across my chest. So now he's thinking high profile. I want a natural look but I also want them more in front, not wide across, so can I have both those things at the same time?

DID IT. I went yesterday at 6:30am and was home by 11 . The surgery itself was a piece of cake. He put in 250ccs, moderate +., under the muscle, under the nipple. It felt like it took 5 minutes. When I woke up I was dressed somehow. When my DH picked me up, he was shocked by how I looked. He said I looked like zombie, not at all like myself.

Driving home wasn't bad at all. It's a 45-min drive which I slept through. No nasusea which was a relief because usually I get sick for anything. At home I went right to sleep and then when my boys came home (10 and 13) they sat on my bed and we chatted. I felt fine. They brought me Sunny D's and Saltines and told me about their day which I unfortunately keep nodding off throgh. Later we had dinner together at the table (DH cooked!) and then got back on my bed to watch Wheel of Fortune together. I was actutally having a great time. Everyone was so sweet and I was eating it up.

Then I went downhill Suddenly I got a bladder infection and everthing hurt. It was so small feat to get to the bathroom and on top of it, I felt like I'd been beaten by 10 baseball bats. I could not get comfortable.. I also couldnt keep my eyes open and I was whimpering and moaning in pain. This was annoying because I pride myself on my high tolerance for pain. In the middle of the night I started crying from being so frustrated with the pain and no relief from it. I had been taking my Norco, Valium, and antibiotics religiously but nothing was helping . On top of it, I had to keep getting up to pee even though nothing was coming out.

Now it's 8am and I'm feeling groggy and very slow, kind of like in a dream, but much, much better about the pain. I'm sitting here typing and drinking coffee! I called the dr. and they said my antibiotics should kill the bladder infection.

DH had been soooo sweet, setting his alarm at night to wake up and give me meds, bringing me food, keeping my excitable and confused dog away from me. And my boys, especially my 10 year old, are so nurturing that it makes my cry. Maybe the meds are making me extra emotional?

I haven't been able to take a deep breath. Oh I just one now, ahhhh.