I've been thinking a lot lately about my boobs. So if you don't want to read about boobs....STOP NOW!!
I'm warning you, I'm going to babble on about boobs......
Okay, so nursing this baby has been a wonderful experience. But I do have a FEW issues. My nipples (see, I'm waxing on about my boobs....seriously, STOP reading if you don't want to know....) droop. Granted, my whole boob droops, but the nipple is actually quite low on the boob. So nursing with the Boppy (which I saw on many a Baby Story or Bringing Home Baby episode) was something I tried....once. Yeah, the Boppy brought Jake up SO high that he was trying to suck on my neck. (Okay, not necessarily my neck, but you get the point.) I have to stick Jake between my legs and kind of lean him back to get him properly latched on. Then he goes to town. Now, one of my nipples is more sensitive than the other. Here's my little admission: I don't have very much feeling in my boobs. Unless you pinch or otherwise hurt it (in a HARD way) I don't feel it. A brush up against me does not phase me. But my right nipple is pretty sore a lot of the time. In fact, my whole right side is more sensitive. If Jake doesn't eat for a while, then my right shoulder blade hurts.
Jacob is also teething. This is not fun for either of us. And yes, I do realize that he's only three and a half months old, but by the time I was his age, I had 2 teeth. He definitely takes after my side of the family! He thinks it feels good to gnaw on me to make his gums feel better. I know, I know...there's no teeth there, yet, but it DOES hurt. He bites down (or gums down) and then pulls his head to the side pulling himself OFF. YEOUCH! I must preserve my nipples!! I don't want to be the weird lady, who goes to the emergency room, with a "nipple" emergency. NO, please!
I've also noticed some nasty black hairs sprouting out of my boob. I know we're mammals and have hair on our bodies, but I didn't think I'd have such gnarly hairs THERE! There have been times, when I'm exposed and nursing, that I've tried to pluck out the hairs, only to make them curly and pretty.
Now, don't get me wrong, (PLEASE) I don't dislike my boobs. In fact, I think they're quite impressive. But with October coming, I'm thinking a bit about breast cancer. I've also got a good friend who has had breast cancer and she's a survivor. She talks about friends she loses to cancer, and I can't help but think that I could be one of those women who have breast cancer. Not that I've had cancer, but it runs in my family. Both of my paternal great-grandmothers had breast cancer and both had mastectomies (one a total and one was partial.) Whenever I think to complain about my boobs, I remember that it really is a blessing to have healthy breasts. Things could be so much worse.
My one complaint about my boobs is the fact that they really (REALLY) sag. They're so droopy. Steve and I had a cute picture taken of the two of us recently, and every time I see it, I can't help but notice that my boobs look like tear drops! HOLY MOLEY!! Can't I just get a lift and a bolt? (Okay, that's what I want...not an enhancement, but a lift and then bolt those suckers in place....) I know it's possible, but hey, I can't afford it....yet. Someday my dream is to have pretty and perky boobs. Someday my dream will come true. SOMEDAY!!
Okay, enough about MY boobs....
On another random note, I'm no longer babysitting. Long story short, my friend has to quit her job because babysitting just isn't working out for her. (I was only watching one of her three kids, I couldn't handle all three....) Anyway, Kenneth will STILL come and play sometimes, but I'm done. :(
