Before I had children, this is what one of my boobs looked like. Okay, not completely like this, but this is a close approximation.
Now, sadly, this is far more accurate.
Sunday mornings once included coffee and a leisurely perusal of the newspaper.
Now, I read this nonsense, with different voices for each rain forest animal. That Kinkajou voice is a bitch.
Before children, I did not consider stairway tree houses or fishing trips with Daddy to be the highlights of my week.
And, I never expected that a trip to Great Clips would make me swell with pride and swallow a boulder-sized lump in my throat simultaneously.
I wouldn't trade my after for my before. Even for the balloon-sized green knockers.Happy Mother's Day, y'all.
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Ditto. As much as I sometimes miss the little things from "before" (just getting up and going, instead of packing a diaper bag, for instance), I love love love my after. And my pregnant knockers are waaayyyy better than either my before OR after ones. TMI. Sorry, but I just love them.
I liked the prego knockers, too. They were big, but nonfunctional.
My nipples will always be nonfunctional, so the only thing I can contribute to this discussion is that the kinkajou voice is very trying indeed. Seriously, this recording of a kinkajou goes on for twenty minutes. Now that Joel is beginning to see you as something other than a primary source of nourishment, you can begin to establish the precious bond that only silly animal voices can forge. Godspeed, ye mother of sons!
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