Its a sad sad day...

I better put a disclaimer on this one, if you are easily offended by parts of the female anatomy... STOP. Go back, use that arrow by the address bar, go to the next blog, for godsake what ARE you doing? Don't read on, don't post comments, go, go, GO!

Today is a sad day. Today is the day I had my epiphany. A realisation if you will.

I have lost my boobs.

Not lost as in 'can't find them in my handbag' (yes my handbag does need clearing out). No lost as in they've shrunk. Never again (well maybe when/if I get pregnant with child number 2) shall they be magnificent orbs of glory. Ok so maybe that's a wee exaggeration, but they were magnificent!



I was always a 'chesty' girl with perky melons which defied gravity, passed the pencil test with ease and could spin a CD. Weight came and went from my small frame (5'2 Mum, 5'2 not 4'0) but never did my ta tas diminish.

Then came my pregnancy and 'oh my word' did they grow. Up 2 cups they went. Resplendent they were. And. Again. I was worried they wouldn't stop and I'd literally push Jordan off the face of the earth. But they did. Full of milky goodness for the wee one and tauntingly glorious for the other half who could not come near them.

Then I began to wean the wee one and the beauty upon my chest began to fade, ever so slowly. Starting with the left, for Abbey decided she was a right-sided girl only. My twins were now lop-sided, or fraternal if you like.

So I stopped one night having been bitten 3 times on the breast and not in a good way. Smallfry was weaned, hurrah! My bouncing fun-bags would be restored to all their rightful glory.

Or so I thought. I now have these;



'Scuse me as I go wipe my tears and throw my bras in the trash ...