Breastfeeding Boobs!

I’d spent years before actually getting pregnant looking forward to the big event, just so I could have boobs for a while …God having skipped over me when he has handing out breasts.  But never in my wildest (or wettest) dreams had I ever imagined that my bee stings would grow big enough to give Jane Mansfield a run for her money!  During the course of my pregnancy I had driven my husband mad making him take nudey pics of what I thought were fabulous specimens …little did I know there would be a whole new definition of fabulous to come.  Of course no one had warned me that not only would they be enormous, but they would also have the warped lumpy look of cheap silicone implants.  Oh well, I guess if it’s OK for the WAGs, who’s complaining?  The only problem is, although your other half is obviously very interested in them, the damn things are so sensitive that he only has to look at them and the very idea of him touching them turns them into ejaculating rockets.  The only other one interested in these new accessories, besides yourself, is a tiny little creature who can’t even focus on them properly yet ...what a waste!  Of course, nothing stopped me from admiring them in the mirror every morning and taking more pictures for posterity.  I'm glad I did too because on several occasions since then, when challenged by my girlfriends as to the mammoth proportions I achieved, I am able to simply whip out the pictures and prove them very wrong indeed!  


By Mummy Dearest