Boobs.

The other night, my husband and I talked about boobs for about an hour. Mainly how much mine have changed over the past year or so.

Here is a picture of me late 2006; before Madelyn was even a twinkle in Ross's eye. Look at those boobs:

Yes, that's me. With a wig. And a special Victoria's Secret Very Sexy bra. The white thing in the middle of my face? That's what happens to my nose when I laugh. Get used to it. (By the way, in case you were wondering, I was Paris Hilton for halloween that year!)

Then here is a little sample of me pregnant. In a bikini (we were in hawaii for my friends Lisa and Tim's wedding when I was 5 months pregnant). The boobs were freakin huge (for me) and definitely a pair I could live with; as long as I could find cute 34 DD bras to accomodate them (in all their glory).

I will not share anymore pictures from here on out, but I will go on to say that they were pretty big and magnificent until about a month ago. Then there was the part when Maddy weaned herself. Since then, I have been left with what I like to call "Fried eggs hanging on a doornail". Sorry if that sounds vulgar; I think I heard it on Family Guy. And in all honesty, they really aren't THAT saggy. But the skin is stretched, the nipples look kinda weird, and they have lost that perkiness I used to enjoy and be proud of.

So back to my husband and I's discussion about my boobs.

He started the sentence out very carefully, as he knew he was entering into very, very dangerous territory (ie- any discussion about my body). He prefaced it with how much he loves my body, finds me very sexy (and I actually do believe him), how thankful he is for my body and how much he appreciates and respects how I sacrificed my body for our beautiful child...but he was curious if the, um, perkiness would ever return. He added, "If not, that's totally okay. I'm just curious". Then he took a deep breath and waited for my wrath; which never came. I also had to take a deep breath and stop myself from acting like too much of a woman and overreacting and being oversensetive. But I totally understood his question, because I wonder the same thing. My stomach made it out without a single stretchmark, all of the baby weight is gone (yeah Weight Watchers!) but what about my boobs? Will they ever look normal again? Are there any remedies to this situation other than surgery? Special creams, pectoral exercises, herbal supplements? Right now, my only hope for fuller, livelier boobs is getting pregnant with our next child. And that's not something I'm ready to try...just right now at least ;)