I have a problem.

Since beginning breastfeeding (and quitting shortly thereafter) I have developed an embarrassing condition. My friends, there's no rhyme or reason to it. A mouse could exhale two counties away and as sure as a NASA launch, you'd be able to see it across my chest.

It wasn't so bad when I was nursing. At least I had the benefit of pads. I knew I had a serious problem when one fell out and I walked around town only half lit. I figured it would go away once I quit breastfeeding.

Not quite.

I excitedly shed my nursing bras and whipped out my favorite,"old blue." (well, ok, upgraded to 'new blue' at the last Victoria's Secret sale) It was a little small, but comfy, and the only thing that I could still wear after pregnancy.

Not quite.

I still had that pesky problem! What to do?  And what about my faithful sidekick, Old Blue? Well, I wandered into a store that specializes in these sorts of things and made a concerted effort to look lost. Finally, a very nice woman asked me if I needed help. I explained that I had recently given birth and was uncertain of my current undergarment size. She then whipped out her trusty measuring tape and begain sizing away. Turns out I was an entire size larger than I thought. So I wandered through the approproate section and came across a bra that looked just like Old Blue (only with more support  padding than a football player). Presto change-o! I walked out of that store as perky as an OSU cheerleader.