As you know i weaned parker a few months ago. It was hard blah, blah, blah.
The hardest part? The changes in my body.
We all also know that shane was pretty eager to have me milk-free. As it turns out i am not so eager.
First of all i have gone from a generous 38D to a wimpy 36B. Pretty much overnight. Also? I gained five pounds. I've pretty much lost it again, but it hasn't really helped my confidence when naked. I noticed the other night that when i lie down my boobs (whats left of them) disappear into my chest.
It just isn't fair. After all my pain, suffering and sacrifice birthing and nursing four kids i am left with a flabby tummy, silver stretch marks across my belly, three distinct cesarian scars, half-filled water balloon boobs and skin tags.
This should be my time to celebrate my body and all it has done. The re-birth of my sexuality.
Instead i have a body that is a road map of the devastation of kids. It's a good thing i love them. It's a good thing that when the lights are out i still feel the same and my husband doesn't really give a damn about all of that.
Posted by Jess at 04:24 PM Permalink

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I can totally relate. After stoping with my second, I used to joke that I had Gilda Radner/ Lisa Loopner boobs and was flatter than I was at 16. The good news is that the tissue did bounce back ... it took two years, but did come back and I gained a both a size and cup back - without any other weight gain :)
Posted by Helene | June 22, 2006 07:34 PM