In other news, I decided to give myself a Christmas present this year. A "big" one. Actually, a "big" two. Thanks to Dr. John Tyrone I am now a proud owner of a significantly larger chest area. I had the surgery five days before Christmas, so the majority of my vacation was spent in pain. The first few days weren't too bad. In fact, I even bragged a little about how minimal the pain was. Then I ran out of painkillers. HELLO Mama Pain! I was not prepared for the radiating/throbbing pain that worked itself across each breast every 2-5 minutes. After two full weeks of chest labor, I gave birth to two perfect baby girls. Twins! Although they feel completely fake, which like the pain, I was not prepared for, I am completely thrilled that I went through with the surgery. I'm suddenly feeling a bit more Sandra Lee, and a lot less Rachel Ray. I think that was enough oomph for one post.