The Puppies are back.

Despite the fact that I had my Mirena removed five weeks ago, and therefore my hormones should be returning to a normal level, I am currently bursting out of the largest bra I can find in my quite impressive stash of various sized-bras. In other words, I can no longer be contained by a 34DD.

Only a fortnight ago I was celebrating the fact that I had deflated back to a sensible 34C. That was until Friday, when they started to inflate again for no other reason than that my hormones thought it would be "a laugh". I wore a 34D bra to work yesterday but was falling out of it by the time I got home. God knows what I am going to wear to work tomorrow if they don't deflate overnight. Especially now that I have changed jobs and am the only female in my department...

And Funbags they are not. I can't find a comfortable position to sleep in as they are so painful and tender and I can't bear the agony of not having a bra on while I'm vertical.

And no, I am not pregnant.

Bastard, bloody, fucking hormones.