Boobs

I know there are men obsessed by boobs. I never thought that I would become obsessed with them. Because I didn't nurse Mia, I had no idea what it would entail. Nursing Ivy, while fairly easy, has given me anxiety. For one, my boobs are huge and heavy. I swear that they must weigh 100lbs. each. When they become engorged, I feel horrible, like they are going to explode and spray milk all over the walls. I have, in fact, sprayed my poor baby in the face numerous times. It seems like my left boob is the rogue sprayer, always full and ready to go. It sucks, and I hate to say that since it is pretty cliche. Anyway, I have to pad up numerous times a day to prevent leaking, it isn't like I am embarrassed because I don't go anywhere for anyone to see the milk spreading across my shirt, it is just I hate to have that wet feeling and I only have so many bras I can change into. I have these pads called Lily Pads. They are more like big bandaids. I haven't used them because they use adhesive to stick on and that is a bit unnerving. I can't imagine having to tear one off my boob, like some kind of huge bandaid, yanking off delicate skin. Maybe I will get brave, sometime. My time of blogging is now done, as my little baby is crying. Wonder what she wants?