Yikes! Small Boobs.

This happens to me every time I quit nursing. There is just no preparing for the boob shrinkage. I wish this didn't affect me so much but it does! I go through about a month of depression which is accompanied by an obsession with getting a boob job. During this time I struggle with knowing if that would be the right decision for me. I just don't don't know if I could ever go through with surgery, or if I would want or like something foreign in my body. Most importantly I don't know how I feel about it spiritually. Maybe this is just one of my tests. Can I live and be happy with my breasts completely changing (and not for the better) and not give into vanity. But just as I think about all the reasons I could never go through with a boob job, I justify and think about all the reasons why I could. I have nursed three hungry, big boys, and although nursing has had physical advantages for the both of us I have had to sacrifice my full, supple breasts for deflated and shriveled breasts. Is wanting and getting my boobs back( well I guess they wouldn't really be my boobs) too much to ask for?
I'm not one to sit around and be depressed about something and not do anything about it, so the other day I went out and bought a couple of new push-up bras. They have truly made me feel better about my situation. As of now this is all I am ready to do about this dilemma.
At the end of the day I wouldn't have my life any other way. I love my family and I would sacrifice my body again for them. Sometimes I just wish I could have both. My family and my boobs. Huh. Story of my life........... Wanting everything.

DayQuil

I will tell you what............

I have been in the dark for way too long.

I guess it started when as a thirteen year old girl I started my period. Every month, backaches, stomach cramps, PAINFUL! What a way to get thrown into womanhood. Then I had a little accident having a water fight with my little sis. I ran into an old splintery coffee table which ended in a six inch splinter (if you can call it that) slicing through my leg and puncturing my hamstring. Next we move on to the removal of my wisdom teeth, two of which were impacted. Not pretty! Oh, and last but not least there was the birth of my three beautiful boys, the latter two born at home and the biggest weighing in at a whopping 9 lbs..

Now, do you think that I took advantage of modern day medicine to relieve some of the pain. No, No, No, not me. Never did I really use any of the painkillers (well at least not the way I was supposed to, but I won't get into details about that). I don't know, maybe I have just wanted to be tough, or maybe I just didn't know how great the relief could be, but about three days ago a new light was shed. OK, here's where it starts to sound a bit like a DayQuil commercial.

I came down with the flu and it hit hard. I felt like every cell in my body was screaming and crawling. Maybe it was the fact that it was Valentines day, or that I had family in town from Hawaii, or better yet that I had three kids at home and that I couldnt just lie on the couch for three days straight. But honestly, I think it was the fact that I had a party I didn't want to miss that made me take the DayQuil. It worked like a freakin miracle! No one would have ever known that one hour earlier I had been under the covers wishing they could warm me but not touch me. It didn't stop there. That night I followed it up with NyQuil and I didn't stop taking that stuff until I felt better.

I am a changed woman. No more needless suffering for me. The next time I feel any sort of pain I am reaching for some Tylenol, Advil, or whatever else I can get my hands on.

27 and loving it!!!

27 may be the year many famous rockstars have cashed out, but as for me 27 feels like the bigginning of an exciting adult life! I feel like for the first time I can truly accomplish anything that I set my mind to. I am finally gaining enough patience and focus to carry through with the goals that I set for myself. Maybe it's that recently I feel like I've become a more compitent homemaker, wife and mother. I have been raising my children for the last 5 1/2 years and I finally feel like Im not so clueless anymore, that I have a handle on things, and that all the loose ends are starting to come together.


It's nice to have homelife going well because I can venture out a little bit and work on some personal goals. Some of those goals Im starting right now. Others the timing just isn't right yet,but some day it will be.


I wonder at what other age I'll sit back and think, gosh I love being ___ ! Maybe it will be 40. I think that will be a good age. Maybe it's true what they say.... "Youth is wasted on youth." Wouldn't it be nice to have the wisdom and experience of a 60 year old but the body of a 21 year old. Maybe God knew what he was thinking when he created the resurrection...