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Oops at the beach

Before I had Addie I was always perplexed when women talked about their boobs falling out of things... Bras, dresses, shirts, what have you, I just couldn't figure it out. How does that happen? I have never been very well endowed in that area, which is fine by me. Especially after experiencing the engorgement of breastfeeding and seeing how the other half lives, I really appreciate that part of my body even more. Of course, having a small chest means that "the girls" have always pretty much stayed where I put them. You guessed it, until now.

After the lovely deflation that occured when I stopped breastfeeding (as I have said about every other part of my body after pregnancy), the size is the same but the shape is very different. I am no longer afforded the luxury of not wearing a bra if I don't feel like it, or wearing a low cut shirt without the fear of things... ahem... shifting. This is especially true when I'm wearing a bathing suit. While things have worked out just fine in a docile swimming pool setting, the somewhat ferocious waves of the Atlantic proved to be quite another story.

A week ago today, we took a day trip to Disney's Vero Beach Resort and it was fabulous. The weather was perfect, the amenities of the resort were fantastic and it was a wonderful day. Having not swam in the ocean for many years, I thought I would take a quick dip. I was swiftly reminded why I love the beach but hate the ocean. Despite my husband's warnings, I went right in up to my waist and took somewhat of a beating. The waves suddenly got higher and I was pulled under, thrown around and tossed out onto the very shelly sand where I hacked to catch my breath... Oh yeah, and my boobs were out. Good Lord, this is a family place!!! Thankfully, while I was busy expunging the salt water from my lungs, Curt's cat-like reflexes kicked into high gear and he scooped those puppies up and put them back in their rightful place before anyone could even see a nipple.

While this event may have provided a small thrill for my dear baby's daddy, I decided that my time as a body surfer was over. For the rest of the day, I kept it rated G and stayed at the pool or on the sand where I belonged and soaked up the sun with my girl while she played with her sea shells. Who needs that rough old ocean anyway?

2 comments:

The Alrikabi's said...

Ahhhhhhh hahahahahahhahaha......

sara said...

That's right, laugh it up! You're next, my dear!!! :)