I've never been well-endowed or even just endowed.
It's genetic.
My mom doesn't have boobs and neither does my dad.
I can't deny that 'bigger boobs' was on the Pro list for having kids.
I always weigh the Pros and Cons when I don't want to do something, mainly to prove to Rodney that I did actually think consider a variety of factors.
There was a sizable list a few years ago when I was kicking and screaming and begging for us NOT to move to Omaha. Interestingly enough, one of the pros was that hockey exists here (Omaha Lancers and UNO Mavericks). Let's face it, a city that loves hockey couldn't be all bad.
Let's get back to the the boob blog...
To quote the Mad Hatter, "it's very easy to take more than nothing", and I did that. It wasn't much more than nothing, but it was something, and I appreciated them while they lasted.
We were lucky that breastfeeding was relatively easy, as well as the healthier, cheaper, and the more convenient option. I'm convinced that Taia's milk-soy-protein-intolerance (aka NO ice cream, cheese, butter, donuts, cookies, cake, and all other things good and tasty diet) helped me lose the baby weight in record time, along with running all those miles for my own sanity. I can't say I always enjoyed feeling like a cow. They may have looked nice and perky, but they were indeed milk-filled, feeding machines that kept me under breast arrest and alcohol-free (sort of) for 11.5 months.
It's amazing where I am in my life now in comparison to where I thought I would be. To sum up the weirdness, let's just say this year, I've turned into (what I would have thought would be) my worst nightmare: an over-educated, stay-at-home, breastfeeding, marathoning mom.
I can finally subtract the breastfeeding from the list of activities. We are done and the weaning project was a success.
And the temporary boobage is just a faded mammary.
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