Boy am I glad today's nearly over, it's been wholly disappointing. I spent most of the day doing something I really didn't want to do, related to the business. As a treat in between meetings I popped into town to get a pregnancy bra fitting at Marks and Spencers. What the point of a bra fitting is I will never know.
Firstly, the lady measured me with a tape around the torso and then sort of just looked at me to determine what cup I might be. The answer that came back was you should still be a 34 DD. 20-30 of my bras are seriously claiming otherwise. Secondly, all the bras are made by different manufacturers so you end up trying all the different sizes on anyway to see what feels right. I'm pretty sure I could do this on my own. Finally, to top it off, Marks and Spencers