A couple of weeks back I wrote of weaning my last baby. I’m not sure he even noticed. He quite happily eats some yoghurt after dinner and goes to bed after a quick cuddle. Sob.
Meanwhile, I was too busy being sad about never breastfeeding again to notice what was happening in my chest area.
My boobies are gone.
Yep, disappeared. Shrunk. Gone south. Vanished. Never to be seen again.
I’ve never been particularly well endowed. Just enough to fill out a bikini. But I just loved my pregnant and breastfeeding cleavage. Hello, mama.
I forgot how quickly it all changes.
Back to padded pushup bras for me. No more boob tubes or strapless dresses. It’s all about faking it from now on.
How do you feel about your boobs? Did you get as attached to your pregnant cup size as I did?