Friday, October 26, 2007
I don't mean to complain or anything but looking at this picture, I'm starting to feel a bit shafted in the boob department.
Where are my bodacious breastages? My monstrous milk jugs? My titanic, titular tetons? My body knows I'm pregnant (my stomach's totally on board) but my itty bitty titties? Not so much. I'm starting to worry that maybe something's up, like I'm not capable of feeding my offspring or something. Is it possible not to make milk? And is it weird that the thought of making milk still kind of grosses me out? I'm absolutely intent on breastfeeding - as long as I don't think about it too deeply. Milk! Coming out of my boobs! Milk coming out of my boobs! SOMEBODY DRINKING! FROM MY BOOBS!
MIRACLE OF LIFE! MIRACLE OF LIFE!
Still, I'd like the boobs.