Breasts. Boobs. Tatas. Tits. Jugs. Funbags. Dirty Pillows. Hooters.
Call them what you want, we all know what they are. Today I am writing about what happens to them before and after kids (more theoretically than physically, but we can touch on that too, LOL).
All men like breasts. Straight or gay, they think they are amazing. They are considered a universal sex symbol. They develop at puberty and come in all shapes and sizes. Big, small, round, flat, even two different sizes in the same pair.
In society, generally bigger is better, but there is also something to be said for perkiness. Men look at our cleavage, while we buy push up bras to get that cleavage.
In fact, I got so used to thinking about my boobs in a certain way, I completely forget that they are for more than just decoration. They have a purpose. To provide nourishment for your baby.
I remember being pregnant with Sawyer and staring at them in the bath and thinking to myself. “How the heck is milk gonna come out of these?” But it does. And you start nursing.
I think it’s kind of a cruel joke to be honest. When you are nursing, your boobs swell to 2-3 times larger than their normal size. Hubby is awe just looking at them. Especially since they are exposed all the time. The problem is, they are not sexy so any more because they have a baby hanging off them (or in my case, two)!
When I am nursing I don’t think of my breasts as sexy at all! They are a functioning body part, like my elbow or stomach. In fact, I get creeped out if he tries to kiss me on the lips while I am nursing…it just seems wrong.
And if you haven’t had children and you want to know what happens after pregnancy/nursing well, they are flatter. Mine even got smaller (which I have read is not uncommon). Nursing twins they have somehow become more lopsided than usual, I have no idea why. And if you plan to avoid nursing in the hopes of saving your breasts, it won’t work. It’s the chemicals released during pregnancy that cause the changes.
I think the first time I was nursing it was harder because I was so stressed out about my milk production and nursing all the time I really did not enjoy it as much as I could have.
This time around I laugh when I hook my udders up to the milking machine (aka my breast pump) and I am guilty of accidentally squirting my milk at hubs and chuckling about it.
Still, in both cases, the last thing I felt was sexy.
So, what’s a woman to do when function comes before form? Well, laughing about it is good to start. I think mainly just remember that it’s only temporary, and you will get your body back to yourself (and then hubs can have it back) eventually. It’s a worthy sacrifice to provide your baby with a great start in life…even if the idea of nursing lingerie makes you shudder :-p