Shrinkage

The burning question has been answered. The deflating has begun.

Although I've not actively checked out my boobs over the last few weeks to see in which condition they will eventually arrive post-nursing, I accidentally glanced at them in the mirror last night while changing for bed. Lo and behold my luscious ta-tas have left the building (and, hence, my bra). In their place are cutesy, but certainly not my formerly perky and womanly, breasts that are definitely smaller and saggier than before. I wasn't upset but, rather surprisingly, caught off guard. Much like the denial I harbored about losing the volume of my lustrous pregnancy locks post-partum, I actually believed I might be lucky enough to escape the post-nursing collapse. Alas, that is not the case.

Even stranger is the differential in cup size I noticed in the shower today. And by that I don't mean I dropped a cup size all around. My right boob seems to have dropped a cup while my left is completely oblivious and carring on as a C for some unknown reason (Could it be in denial too? Could Leftie be staging a silent protest in my honor?). It's especially weird because while nursing, the right boob was the major producer so I assumed that it could end up larger than the left. Who knows what that's about? Physiology was never my strong suit.

While I'll miss The Girls as they used to exist, at least I was smart enough to have them preserved for posterity back in their heydey. A professional photographer imortalized them for me as part of a sexy, sultry photo book I gave Roger as a wedding gift. So, while they're currently experiencing their mid-slide crisis, I can still look back at how perkily they once saluted with their taught, alabaster beauty. And these new breasts? They're definitely different. But now I see them as a badge of honor sitting proudly propped in my brand-new, cheap-ass Target brassieres proclaiming to me, if not the world, that they did what they were meant to do. They came. They nursed. They drooped. And really? Nothing could be more gratifying than that.

Comments

[Lisa]

I SO agree with. Your breasts (boobs, ta-tas, girls, etc.) did what they came to do. So what if they're less than their former selves now. And, truthfully? Give them at least a few more weeks to see where they end up. There are still internal changes going on at this point, I'm sure.

Thanks for sharing such a personal post. It made me smile.

[Texasbelle]

wow. I'm intrigued with the photo-book idea. If I weren't so self conscious I'd maybe do one too.

[Mrs. Flinger]

ok, you so crack me up. See? We can totally meet in person. You've talked about your hayhay AND your boobies. Now all we need is a margarita and a few hours and I'm sure we'd cover every topic known to girliehood. :-)

And, as a side note, or maybe the main note, you had perky boobs before Delaney? 'Cause hon, I NEVER had perky boobs. I think I'd be sad to see them go, too. heh.

[Briana]

Thank you for this very honest post. Ever since I stopped nursing my now 14 month old son (nursing ended around 8 months for us), I've been missing my breasts as they WERE. I'm grieving the days pre-sag and wishing I enjoyed them more back then. (or at least noticed what I'd soon be missing).
I can barely bring myself to go braless nowadays. It practically brings me to tears to see myself naked most days. Thanks for your honesty and painting this issue in a new light for me. Thank you so much. I needed that.
And by the way, Happy Love Thursday to you. :)