Boobs

So now that I'm a mum, I've been toying with the question of what my blog should look like (amongst a whole lot of other, far more important questions). I suppose I could join the underworld of "Mummy-Blogging". Maybe I'll have something funny to say, or I could write heavily dry and sarcastic complaint-blogs whining about the perils of parenthood? Realistically though, I am not funny enough, or negative enough, so I'm not sure how that would take off. I will, however, dedicate one post (this one) to the ultimate Mum-weapons.

I've never been someone with a super-strong boob-game, but this hasn't really bothered me too much. To be honest, I don't quite get what the big fuss is about. It's very clear, though, that roughly half of the world sees boobs as somehow powerful, and the other half tends to possess a pair.

Breasts. I never really use the word on its own, it seems a little clinical. Saying "boobs" is more affectionate, and familiar. My husband has never referred to them as anything else either. There are, however, scores of alternative nick-names and alternative words that can be employed to refer to the common breast. Some are quite vulgar, and others a little bit silly.

Titties.

Jugs.

Boobies.

There are heaps of terms, I won't go on.

I haven't ever cared enough to be offended by the fuss/nonsense, and I had a bit of a moment one morning this week when Sam referred almost affectionately, in a way most unlike his normal nature, to my boobs as "your milk jugs". I reeled for a moment, and searched for an appropriate response, before realizing that this was actually accurate and somehow a sweet thing for him to say.

Breast-feeding my newborn bubba

Breastfeeding. There, I use the word breast when I use the full term. This has definitely completely changed my perspective on boobies. I had a moment this morning, when my baby had decided to sleep in (wahoo!). I was able to get a quick shower and get dressed before feeding her and GOSH my boobs were about to explode. It was in this moment that I TRULY realised that my breasts (it feels weird typing it) had finally come into their own. Inside my head I slowly started to piece together how cool these feminine appendages were: I have been feeding my baby for 6 months, and I am solely responsible for all of the nutrition that she has received, and therefore all of the growing that she has done. Compare a newborn to a 6-month old: that is a lot of growing.

Needless to say, I am feeling pretty coy about my super powers. It's a very private and personal little celebration that I have been having, but I've never felt so comfortable and happy in my own little body. Power to me!

It's Breastfeeding week this week, so I'm feeling particularly chuffed that I have been blessed with the privilege of feeding my little cutie this far. There are plenty of people who are gypped of the opportunity, so I'm also thinking of those wonderful mamas.

Celebrating boobies and happy babies!