Forget diamonds, sports bras are a girl's best friend

At no point, repeat NO point, during the expansion process, are regular bras comfortable. Ever. EVER. With tomorrow approaching the three-week-post-surgery mark, my plastic surgeon has told me I can wear regular bras, as long as they don't have underwire. So regular, soft, cotton bras. And trust me, I've tried. I tried last year during my first "battle" with my expander. And I tried again this time around. But I only make it through breakfast until I decide to change into a sports bra.
At 50 cc's of saline, or 350 cc's of saline, a regular bra is NEVER comfortable with expanders.
Sports bras are my best friend. I have them in all shapes and sizes from last year; as my expanders "grow," so do my sports bras. And this time around, essentially I have four incisions, including one on my back, which further makes wearing a regular bra close to unbearable. A sports bra, on the other hand, is soft and covers everything evenly. No lines scratching atop my incisions. I'm glad I learned from last year. I probably have about 30 different types of sports bras. And good thing, too. They're all I'm going to be wearing for the next few months.
Monday I had my first saline fill. Doc says everything looks great. He put 50 cc's on both sides, and next time can probably do 100 on each. Both expanders will eventually hold 350 cc's, at which point they'll be full, and we'll wait for my implant surgery.
As much as I hate the expanders, and as much as I KNOW they will become increasingly painful with each fill, I'm trying, TRYING, to just "enjoy" this moment and not "rush them out," if that makes sense. Sure, I'm super anxious to be done. Super anxious to have these "rocks" taken out of my body. Super anxious to get my silicone implants, and super anxious to get back to life -- to put this all behind me. I'm so close I can taste it. But I have to face the facts: I had my surgery, I have my expanders now, they are going to be filled, and there's nothing I can do about it. Ok, so maybe I can't "enjoy" them, but I can try to live in the moment, and instead of just waiting for the next surgery and the next big thing, kind of put the expanders in the back of my mind. I know from experience the next step always DOES happen, whether I'm waiting for it or not. My wedding DID happen. My honeymoon DID happen. This surgery - my biggest and most dreaded - DID happen, and I AM recovering. The expansions WILL eventually be over, I WILL eventually get my implants, and the breast cancer WILL eventually be behind me. It WILL happen, whether or not I'm waiting anxiously. So instead of waiting anxiously, I'll just live in the moment. The expanders will fill up whether or not I'm waiting for them to. So enjoy the process? Sure, as best I can, I guess.
There's no rush. I am so lucky this time around. My left mastectomy was prophylactic, and this expansion process, now, is strictly reconstructive - so I can have my body and my life back. No rush, no pressure.
It WILL happen. So I'll just let it. It WILL be painful. But at the end? Those six words.

Below is a picture of me and my friend Lauren at our friend Kim's bridal shower last Friday. I'm rocking a sports bra under my sundress. Totally acceptable, right? Still a cute outfit?

... Ok, fine, diamonds are ALSO my best friend. Especially mine :)

My beloved rocks!