It's weird awkward confessional time, here at EatPlayLove.
I spent a great deal of my formative years wondering when I was going to blossom like my peers. Envying those girls that were spilling out of their bras by tenth grade. And me, well I was 5'11" and 125 pounds, so extra fat for things like blossoming was non existent. I was a stick, literally.
Fast forward to motherhood. First pregnancy gave me some insight into what was to come post-partum, as far as my smaller than average bust. Then my milk supply was established and I felt like Kelly LeBrock in Weird Science. Granted my gorgeous new breasts full of milk, were of course a mixed blessing. I mean they were a thrill for my hubby who fell for me during my smaller years, but then it was weird. They became utilitarian, they were a source of nourishment for not one, but both of my daughters.
For five years now, my body has been in fertility or milk production mode. And, last week, I nursed my 20 month old for the last time. I took the slow route for weaning, ending with a couple of weeks of one feeding a morning, that was it. I thought I was preparing my body appropriately for what was to come. Cessation of milk production.
But no, my breasts are now taking revenge on me. They aren't cooperating as I would have hoped in the "let's stop producing milk" department. They are full, hard, sometimes hot, and mad at me. If only I could flip the switch, time to stop girls. You've done good. As I've heard from the mothering grapevine, time to shrivel up and make me weep thinking of the good ol' milk production days.
In an attempt to help release the uncomfortable nature of my condition, I've resorted to using cabbage leaves stuffed in my bra. Honestly, it has been working. I take two leaves off the head of green cabbage, roll them gently with a rolling pin to release the happy chemicals, and wrap them around my full of milk ta-tas. Too bad my hubby is missing out on this milestone. For the record, I have taken pictures, for I know darn well, they will certainly last longer.
If you have any other tricks up your sleeve on how to get me through the next couple of weeks, please share. Oh and because it's Wednesday and you might just need a good laugh, here's the partial evidence.