2. The fact that the only bra at Nordstrom's that will work with the dress I bought for my sister's wedding cost almost as much as the dress itself, and apparently needs more special care than, say, your average pet turtle. Seriously.
3. That my rib cage may have expanded while I was pregnant. Dresses in my usual size--size 12--will fit nicely around my "problem area" (my stomach) but then won't zip up the last 2-4 inches over my ribs. WTF? I did manage to find one zip-up dress in a size 14 that fit around my ribs, which is miraculous, as I totally thought I'd have to go to size 18 to get dresses that fit my ribs, and then they'd be a friggin' tent on the rest of me. (BTW, Ann Taylor is packed--PACKED--right now with dresses that, had they accommodated my freakish skeletal structure, would have looked absolutely darling on me.)
4. That anti-