My mom has been on a campaign to end our nursing relationship. Her fear...s (as in multiple fears) are that (1) Taede is not eating enough solids because he's still nursing; (2) I'm making him a mama's boy because he's still nursing; and (3) I'm turning my boobs into deflated week old balloons because he's still nursing. I could explain and refute (1) and (2) but I'm sure you're just interested in hearing about (3).
She is absolutely convinced that I'm destroying my bosom in my determination to allow Taede to self-wean. She wants me to employ various methods to get him off and become an independent man. Like rubbing something sour or bitter on my nipples so the taste would turn him off. My favorite method is painting or coloring my nipples dark. Like an eye. To scare him off nursing.
Yes, an eye. Because who wants to eat while there's an eye staring at you, right?
So anyway along the vein of "sagging boobs," I've noticed that I've started a bad post-nursing habit: I forget to snap my nursing bra back up. I don't notice this until it's shower time, though, right before bedtime. So then I stand there and mentally go over my day: where I've been, who I've run into, who I've chatted with... with my boobs hanging low. Sometimes it's the left one, sometimes it's the right one. And then there are the times when neither are tucked in.
As bad as it sounds, I think I prefer the times when both girls are loose. At least they are level, you know?
