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March 20, 2006

shane wants me to write about my boobs

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

Comments (11)

LOL @ a fifteen year old after a drive-by flashing. That's one heck of a smile!

I wouldn't let Dave near my rack while I was breastfeeding either, and once I gave him the green light he was on me like a horny schoolboy. LOL.

I know. Isn't that amazing? I felt the same way. Who knew that my tiny little deflated titties would be so loved.

J is all boobies all the time. Breastfeeding or no, BF bra or sports bra or perky cemented underwire bra or none at all. ALL BOOBIES ALL THE TIME.

Gosh, for 10 years that poor man's been deprived. How awful. I say this because I'm married to a breast-leg-ass man who turns into Frankenstein when the boobs come out. We're talking zombie-state-hands-outstretched-cuz-those-puppies-are-free-from-the-bra type man.

Yet I love him anyway.

And you? Oh, you are freaking hilarious.

John was deprived so long I thought he would forget what to do. He had fun in other places through the drought. I may have almost made him an ass man. Once the boobies were back in business though he was like Chair's man, all boobies all the time.

Hallelujah! Good to hear he'll still like them when I'm done breastfeeding!

I know my boobs did double duty when I was nursing. Mr. Half was only turned on more by all the marvelous things they did when nursing.

Good to know - so in a few months I should tell Sean to "say Goodbye"?

You're lucky. I could not have PAID my husband enough to show any sort of interest in a breast of mine for the 2.5 years I nurse Bella. Not. Interested.

I always think like that.
Like when K is on a shoot with surreal-ly gorgeous models.
Then he gets to come home to me.
blah.
but he wants ME - and sometimes I have to remind myself of that.
Shane wants you.
All of you.
And you are both lucky.
Even if you look different.


(I think I've gotten too serious now, yes?
I'll shut up.)

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