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February 28, 2010


Brace yourselves folks. It's another post about [whispers conspiratorially]... post-baby boobs. Half of you just cringed and asked yourselves if I have no shame. The short answer is no.

Tonight, Jonathan came up with a new name for my bosoms: the super-soakers. Those of you who have nursed babies know that when the baby first latches on and begins to eat, the milk flows freely, especially if you haven't nursed in a few hours. In my case, when Nathaniel begins to eat, my milk doesn't just let down, it explodes out of my boobs in jets of milk that could take out someone's eye. Perhaps the U.S. government could weaponize my boobs a la Austin Powers. Hmmm.

Back to my story... Nathaniel latched on tonight and the milk started to flow. As he occasionally does, he needed a break and unlatched. And the milk squirted all over his face and neck, prompting a good ol' fashioned cleaning.

For those of you who have never nursed, I'm sure you're thoroughly aghast right now, but I'll let you in on a little secret. The fun you can have with weaponized boobs, especially when it comes to chasing your significant other around the house threatening to drench them in milk, is priceless. It's the up-side to nursing. Enjoy it while it lasts.

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