Our favourite blog from last week’s iBlog Friday has been chosen. Renee Wilson of Mummy, Wife, Me has won with her post Where have my boobs gone? Congratulations Renee! Your Cetaphil pack is in the mail!
Renee writes about the post-baby body fact everyone forgets to warn you about.
I have always loved my boobs.
I would definitely consider them my best asset. Not too big, not too small. Just right. Dave always says that the first time he laid eyes on them he thought they were … ‘the best rack he’s ever seen’. :)
We were at the pool yesterday, soaking up the gorgeous Spring sunshine and splashing around with the girls when I felt a gentle breeze tickle my nipples. I looked down in shock. Had my strap come undone? No. My once snugly fitting bikini top was gaping open. Instead of seeing my beautiful boozies, I was peering down at two half deflated balloons.
Where, oh where have my boobs gone? Have they gone forever? Will they ever come back? Will I look like I have the chest of a 12-year-old boy forever? How can Miranda Kerr still have knockout knockers when mine resemble pan fried eggs?
I have to admit the changes to my body post-kids have come as a bit of a shock. During both pregnancies, I did plenty of reading on the changes my body was going through week to week and how my baby was developing. Nothing I read, though, prepared me for how my body would change after birth and breastfeeding.
I’m embarrassed to admit that I thought after giving birth I’d be back to my pre-pregnancy weight in a few weeks. I blame this craziness on my mother. There is a gorgeous photo of her in a string bikini looking model thin with me in her arms not even six weeks old. I was under the illusion that I too would bounce back like mum.
