You know what are some really sad sacks? Boobs after babies. For the love of God. These suckers just get sadder by the day. They’re like empty bags of milk, or my favorite of all time: fried eggs on nails. Exactly.
A sad state of affairs really. Never before have fake ta-ta’s seemed so, I donno, logical.
I’ve never been blessed with a huge rack, but I was fine with my tiny, and ever so perky set. But man, these kids have really done a number on me. I keep on breastfeeding half for my kid and half for myself. At least that gives me a little lift…in the morning anyway. And once breastfeeding is over for realzies, I’m in trouble. I tend to look like a teenage boy. So I think I’ll keep going til Kierian’s fifteen. I am from Boulder after all.
Just feelin’ thankful today for the push-up bra…