If there is one thing I love about pregnancy, of course besides the fact that I am custom building a human, it is the increased breast size! Of course subtracting the pain that gets them there.
Being a petite woman, who has never really had the option genetically for a larger bust, I count the days down till the twins start to grow. I just got lucky this time around, and it started way earlier.
With my oldest, it seemed like the last trimester was where it was at for growing in the bra department. My second son, it started in the second trimester, and by the time I hit the twenty week mark, I looked like I had invested in a good plastic surgeon and could pass for one of Hugh Hefner’s girlfriends.
This time around, it seems like I just found out, well I did, and I already have some serious boob growth. And believe me, you are not going to catch me complaining about it one bit! The best part of it all? I get to keep these bad boys as long as I breastfeed this new baby.
I had a smooth time breastfeeding my oldest, and got to keep my beautiful rack for the time, and unfortunately my second son medically could not tolerate my milk. I was heart broken, not just because my beautiful breasts would go away with the breast milk, but because I had set higher goals for the length of time I would feed him. I wanted to make it to one year at a minimum.
This time around, I am setting another goal of one year. The more information coming out about breastfeeding, the studies, shocking news articles, and of course the number of women being harassed for breastfeeding in public really makes me want to make the goal of one year at the least.
On top of that, I will be a happy woman if I never have to deal with another flippin’ bottle again in my lifetime!