For years now I have wanted to get a breast augmentation done. I believe a lift and implants would help in re-establishing my body composure. My personal self esteem I wouldn’t say is “effected” in a clinical type thought, but I do think that my self esteem is effected when clothes don’t fit properly or when I think back to my “younger, before baby” days. I am about to turn 30 and would really like my "younthful" body back.
Before having my daughter, who is now 6 years old, my breast were rather nice I would have to say. I was a firm 34 DD. I know what you thinking, why in the world would I want implants. Well, lets think about that for a second. While pregnant with my daughter, I went from a 34DD to a 36F, I didn't even know they made F bras! Then, once my daughter was born my once 36 F went back down to "normal" sizes, but left me with a sad 34 D. I am now comfortably back into a 34DD, not sure how that is happening, but my breast are growing again.
Maybe it's the little weight I have gained, which isn't horrible. I was 125 pounds, per pregnancy. My final weigh in at the hospital prior to having my daughter I weighed 210. Yes, I typed that right! I lost all of it about 3 months after she was born and was again 125 pounds, my prepregnancy weight. Most of it was the toximea I had while pregnant. I am now about 130-135 pounds, which doesn't look bad on my 5'8" frame. I am still slender looking, however I know my body could be in better shape, I just need to hit the gym again and go walking! By the way, that was how I lost all that pregnancy weight. WALKING! Just had to hit the gym to ton it all back again! LOL. Anyways...so, I would like to get back down to 125 and have a beautiful set of breast again.
I have researched the surgery like a mad scientist. Looking at before and after pictures of local doctors in the area and around the world. Reading published articles about breast augmentation and researching the best type of implants that are currently being used and those that are still being tested. Did you know there are several choices, that’s right…remember back in the day when all they used was Silicone. Those didn’t last long as it was not healthy when the implant “broke” or “leaked”. The silicone would go straight into the woman’s body because it didn’t stay together. Anyways, there are several different types of implants now that are used depending on the client’s needs.
I think I would get the new Cohesive Gel “gummy bear” style implant. It’s a type of silicone (please don’t freak out) it’s actually FDA approved! The gummy bear implants are very popular to use because many women find they prefer the feel of the soft, cohesive gel, and many also trust today's more sophisticated implant designs to create a more natural-looking result and the complications they experienced with older saline implants. These implants are just like what they are called “Gummy Bear” – remember those cute little candies? Well, remember when you would only bite it in half and the whole thing would stay normal. Like you didn’t do anything to it? Well, that’s what the implants are like. If punctured or cut, they won’t leak. The silicone sticks together and won’t be ruined or have the chance of leaking into your body. It’s pretty cool to see the demos that have been done on the several different types of implants.
I personally am not sure about the saline. Yes it is 100% safe, because saline is what they give you in the hospital to help when you are sick or dehydrated. However, the saline bags do not feel all that natural. Because of the air pocket they have, they tend to be stiff. They also have a problem with creases in the bags over time. The plastic rubs together and could pinch, leaving your implant (bag) with a small hole. Over a few days, your chest will sink in and the bag will have to be removed and replaced. The gummy bear style implant does not have that problem. You have to be stabbed in the implant to have any issues with it. However, saline is cheaper….not that I am going on cost, but that’s one thing.
Well, that’s all I have on breast augmentations for today. Maybe later today or this week I will post some websites I have been researching.
Heather
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Merry Christmas, My Friend
Merry Christmas, My Friend
By James M. Schmidt, a Marine Lance Corporal
stationed in Washington, D.C., in 1986
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldnt help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
By James M. Schmidt, a Marine Lance Corporal
stationed in Washington, D.C., in 1986
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldnt help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
My first Blog...
I am not sure how many people would consider this my "first blog", seeing that I am a total blogger on myspace...but this is my first eblog...so I will run with it.
A little about me...I am a 29 year old mother to 1 gorgeous little 6 year old girl. I am also a step mom to my husband's 9 year old daughter. I am an Office Manager/Accounting Manager for a Civil Engineering firm locally here in Southern California. My husband is a United States Marine, stationed here in Southern California as well. We love our life together and have been through a lot in our relationship.
We have been together since April 24, 2007. We got married May 19, 2008 just 1 year after dating, yes I know we are crazy. Our life goals are right on track and we keep pushing onwards towards them. Life is good!
-Heather
A little about me...I am a 29 year old mother to 1 gorgeous little 6 year old girl. I am also a step mom to my husband's 9 year old daughter. I am an Office Manager/Accounting Manager for a Civil Engineering firm locally here in Southern California. My husband is a United States Marine, stationed here in Southern California as well. We love our life together and have been through a lot in our relationship.
We have been together since April 24, 2007. We got married May 19, 2008 just 1 year after dating, yes I know we are crazy. Our life goals are right on track and we keep pushing onwards towards them. Life is good!
-Heather
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