I have a breastfeeding category for archiving my posts into. I thought that once i weaned parker i wouldn't add anything else to it. But oh! i was wrong. Because now i can worry and obsess about what breastfeeding for those many, long years has done to me.
The other day though i realized it's not that bad. Yet. I figure the worst is still yet to come.
But enough about me!
Shane has been eagerly awaiting the day when the ratty, threadbare nursing bra would come off. I know some women are okay with their partners having access to the boobies while lactation is happening. Not me! Poor shane, cry me a river, has waited since 1996 to see them again. I never really warned him way back then that he had better say his goodbye's so he felt a little ripped off. He never got to cop a last feel. (Not that he didn't try.)
That has been the second part of the problem that has been causing me some anxiety and kept me robed at all times in, at least, a bra. The last time he saw felt full frontal i was 26. I was 26 and i had never had any children. I was 26 and thin and perky and small nippled.
How can i compete with my 26 year old self?
So, the other night whilst laying down together i lifted up my bra and gave him access. For a brief moment. I tell you he smiled like a fifteen year old after a drive-by flashing.
Then it occurred to me. He doesn't care what they look like. He's waited so long they could be deflated watermelons after a draught and he'd still be happy. He just wants them back.
Posted by Jess at 10:04 PM Permalink

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LOL @ a fifteen year old after a drive-by flashing. That's one heck of a smile!
Posted by Denise | March 21, 2006 04:21 AM