After I became pregnant with Trent, my mother bought me a wonderful book entitled Pregnancy Day by Day. At that time, my pseudo sister-in-law, Tanya, was flipping though the pages and gasped aloud. I was shocked to see the look on her face...it screamed mortification...it screamed repulsion...it screamed disgust. I asked her what was wrong and she pushed the book across my mom's countertop and pointed to the page without looking further. I glanced down and was a bit shocked myself. The picture on the page was of a woman squeezing her lactating nipple and milk was literally shooting out of her like a water pistol. I understood Tanya's disgust because no one really wants or needs to see such a thing. Wouldn't a simple blurb about how milk can shoot out with some impressive distance if tweaked just right been sufficient? Apparently not. Apparently, photographic evidence was required.
Even though I am not yet at the point of lactation, some interesting things are happening with my boobs. For instance, they feel like they weigh a good ten pounds. I was almost tempted to plop them down on a scale to see if I am correct but even I have my limits. Anyhoo, they are hard as rocks and resemble waterways on a roadmap in that blue veins are are now visible. I know this is all normal and part of the miracle of bringing a baby into this world, but I miss my old boobs! Most know that a woman's boobs that have been pulled on and bit by a breastfeeding child are never quite the same but some people may know that the changes began during pregnancy. For my friends out there who have yet to experience the often times painful but insanely special bond of breastfeeding, take one last look in the mirror and cherish your perky boobs for they may never be the same again :)
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