Bone

I have a bone to pick. I'm so bummed, so disappointed. Just downright mad. 

This is the first time in five years that I have not been pregnant or breastfeeding. Yup, my littlest just weaned this week. Sniffle.

I am sad...looking back and missing those times that were more full. I look at my kids and know they are worth it, but look in the mirror and....blah. 

What the heck am I talking about??!!

the girls

tatas

balloons

apples

hooters

mammary glands

milk jugs

melons
fun bags
lady lumps
head lights
the twins

BREASTS

Post baby breasts. Post multiple baby breasts.

Previously nice, not large, but nice breasts. 

Now even less large, deflated, flat, miserable, not nice breasts. 

Blah breasts.

The girls have let me down.

Actually, the babies seem the have let the girls down. 

Call me vain, but this is just not fair.

It should really be a right of passage for mothers to be able to keep the full, firm breast of pregnancy and nursing. After all that...the swollen ankles, the sleepless nights, squeezing nine pound babies out of your hoo-ha, more sleepless nights and shower less weeks days, gnawed on nipples during teething...I mean really?! After all that we mothers are left with THESE?! 

You have GOT to be KIDDING ME! 

Forget sex-ed...I've got the key to preventing teen pregnancy...take a before and after pic of a lucky lady like myself and plaster it all over school hallways. No more pregnancy pacts there. Girls and guys will be thanking me from all over the world. 

I've never cared about 'em. Never longed for huge knockers. Never flaunted them. Never talked about them. 

Guess it's true, you don't know what you have until it's gone.

Girls, I miss you. 

Saggy bags...it's going to be a long and tumultuous relationship. 

Blah.