My boobs disappeared
I am done nursing. Did you hear me? I AM DONE NURSING. I went a full year, which I am quite proud of, thank you very much. For those of you who have nursed, you know that this isn't easy. Especially considering the fact that I work full time which = pumping at work. Good morning, boss! Excuse me while I whip my tits out.
Especially when your building at work is getting some mysterious brick work done that requires several workers to spend signficant time right outside your window:
No, seriously, I took this photo while I was pumping at work. Dude was right there. While I was topless with giant suction cups on my titties. At work. Wait a minute... maybe there's a correlation between the topless woman who doesn't close her blinds and the extended timeframe of this bricklaying project....
I actually miss the breastfeeding part. It was an awesome connection time for me and Bubs. Granted, before I had a kid I was mega weirded out by someone drinking from my boob, but I quickly got over it cuz it was so emotional, beautiful, and natural. And I am so lucky that I was able to breastfeed. I know how hard it is and that not everyone has this luxury.
HOWEVER...
My boobs are G-O-N-E. Deflated, tube sock, mini, lightweight champion boobs. Right now, they're tucked into my pockets.
I mean, I knew they would be different. Everyone talks about it. But... they're just... so... not even close to what they were. They're like, new things. New, non-boob things. I can only imagine what they would become were I to have another child.
Look out boys! Hot mama entering the room! This is what I imagine getting my new boobs into a bra will resemble:
Bubs, you were totally worth it but perhaps for my 40th birthday you could get your dear old mom a boob lift? Whattya say?
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Into my bra. So. Accurate.