Somewhere in blogland, I read that April is letter-writing month on blogs. A lot of my favorite blogs have participated in this so I thought I would be a lemming and follow suit. But I could not decide who to write a letter to! To my Dad for so willingly answering a desperate daughter’s plea of assistance for the week following her third child’s birth? To my Friends for talking me down from the ledge when I suddenly decided that I wasn’t strong enough to have a third kid since the second one was wearing me ragged? Or maybe write a letter to that lady on my street who walks her dog and cat AT THE SAME TIME. What’s up with that?
No. I’ll do even better. I’ll write to you…my boobs.
I feel like I should take this chance to tell you that I appreciate all you’ve done for me in terms of feeding my children. When I’m not pregnant or nursing…let’s face it…you kinda suck. You are droopy and too small for my taste. I had to have b-cup padding inserted into my wedding dress because I didn’t want to get married with A-Cup boobs! How sad is that?
But when I’m pregnant? You grow to a size I can be proud of! You give me CLEAVAGE! Which I love sooooo much. Of course, with the cleavage come the boobsweat. But I’ve learned to live with that. Having cleavage is just that awesome. And when the babies come? You provide nourishment as well as can be expected. We’ve had our problems because you don’t like to work too hard. But that has it’s perks too as you don’t leak! Yay for non-leaking boobs!
Anyway. I feel this may be our last run together as I’m not sure if anymore children are in our future. In four weeks you will start producing milk for what will probably be my last child and I just wanted to boost your ego a little before you step up to the plate this last time. You’ve both been great and have served your purpose well. I’ll be sad to see you shrink back to the nothings you were before, when the nursing of AndyZ is done. But – I’m thrilled that you’ve performed to the level you have. I could not be more proud of you.
Love,
Zoot
Okay, I’ll jump on the bandwagon (hell, I’ll DRIVE the bandwagon) and say that I really love cleavage and boobs, too. Yay for boobs!
I talked to my boobs in my letter to my body. I’ve been thinking about talking to them again since we are winding down the breastfeeding era.
I miss my pregnancy/breast feeding boobs too. Since I’m not having any more kids, my only option is to look at photos from that time and reminisce about how nicely they used to fill out my tops. Sigh.
I freaking love this!
You know you just jinxed yourself. Your boobs are going to leak now.
Aw, that was sweet. If I wrote a letter to my boobs … let’s just say it wouldn’t be so nice.
I, too, had to have B-cup padding sewn into my wedding dress. And is it wrong to look forward to getting bigger boobs when I get pregnant again almostasmuch as I look forward to getting a baby? Because I secretly do. And they got much smaller after breastfeeding the first one. That doesn’t seem quite fair.
that was awesome! (no sarcasm implied)
Let’s hear it for those that nourish our children! I too had padding sewn into my wedding dress, maybe a bridesmaid dress or two as well, but when it came time for them to do what God intended, they did an awesome job.
Boobies are magical.
Yay for boobs! I personally hate boob sweat, but I’d probably also gladly give you a cup size or two.
Since I don’t have a blog, I hope you don’t mind if I write my letter here!
Dear Uterus,
Thanks for nothing.
Monica
Haha Zoot that was the best letter I’ve read in a while
Just wanted to say not everyone loves the extra cleavage. I’m a D without the breastfeeding bit. I’m currently giving the boobie juice to number 2 and I’m DDD. Nothing fits correctly and it’s like playboy-ness all the time. Having the extra cleavage, in my opinion, is one the disadvantages of breastfeeding.