I love my boobs. I would even go as far as to say that my boobs are my best asset. It wasn't always that way. I was a late bloomer and still wore a training bra in 9th grade. However, in college they grew and grew. I wound up with quite a nice set of girls. 34 C/D, great cleavage, nice symmetry......
Yeah... My favorite thing to do when I was single... ahh well, lets be honest.. even up until this summer was to dress up all pretty and put the girls on display. Not obscenely but, you know, just enough to catch peoples eyes.. especially my husbands.. In fact the night we met, he stared at them all night. wink wink... My boobs caught me a husband! He even has a picture of my laying out at the beach with a cute bikini on.. Not of my face.. just my boobs. It is in cell phone. That's right.
I guess I just never expected to have them destroyed, really destroyed by 14 weeks!! They are ginormous, veiny, saggy and COVERED in stretch marks!! sniff sniff. I fear that they will never be the same.
I was fully prepared to deal with the belly stretch marks... but, the girls.. come on..... This is what I will hang over my child's head.. Not the long labor... the boobs being ruined.
P.S. Isn't this picture funny... It was take a few years ago on New Year's Eve. When I was searching for a great picture of my boobs for this post and I came across this one!
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