Where did these boobies come from? They're certainly not mine. They're perky, and huge and... painful. That's right, folks, there's an alien growing inside of me, and said alien believes it's imperative that I my breasts grow along with my stomach.
My bras weren't fitting right, and I was fairly certain the teenagers working at Victoria Secret weren't going to be able to help me, so I messaged a mommy friend who even pre-children was naturally, umm, blessed. She texted back straight away, "Secrets From Your Sister!!! Bathurst & Bloor!!!"
I checked out their hours and popped in on a Sunday. I didn't have to wait for an appointment and they were very friendly and understanding. They taught me a lot about bras and I bought some maternity ones that will grow with me (hideous) and some slutty ones that still make me feel like a lady (frilly). Word to your sister, she's very helpful.