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I agreed, if it makes you feel better.

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Dude, are you kidding? Do you realize that regardless of how painful or pain free my labor experience may be, my cute little t-shaped belly button, the one that was so perfectly shaped there were people who had plastic surgery to get theirs just that way, will never be the same?!

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Neither will your breasts, you take the bad with the good.

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Freud would tell you that is the price you, a mere woman, pay for not having a penis. Now quit getting hysterical.

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After just 1, they may still be okay.

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I meant the breast comment in a good way.

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Well, if you don't breastfeed, they'll probably stay perky (or at least perky-ish) no matter how many you squeeze out. Not that I'd recommend not breastfeeding (loved it, myself, for all 15.5 months) or anything.

Actually, now that I think about it, my mom is still pretty damn perky after bfing 6. She is also definitively in the small-breast rather than robust puppy category (hooray for her when they came out with those "in-between" sizes like Almost A and Nearly B).

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Ha! Oh, *that* part of post-baby breast changes. Yes, the men always seem to like it.

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However, it is possible to have too much of a good thing. I know you fellas will think that's unpossible, but I assure you -- it is quite possible, and freakish. The upside is that if you don't feel like going back to your old job, you can join the circus!

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Yes, yes, yes. I didn't love that, which was much worse the first time. Couldn't find a shirt that would button without pulling.

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Oh, please. You and your tight shirts.

I couldn't find bras to fit me -- IN THE MATERNITY STORE. I outgrew the largest size they had less than halfway through each pregnancy. I longed for the day when my stomach would outgrow my boobs. Eventually, that happened, and it wasn't as noticeable, but blech.

The only place I could find bras to fit me was at a m'f surgical supply store. Freakish, I tell you. Freakish. And uncomfortable beyond belief.

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Ha! Not laughing at your misery - well, a little. I didn't mind the pregs chest - but post-#1 (nursing) were just scary (though I was still able to shop in non-specialty stores - sorry). And painful.

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I can laugh now, but at the time, I was miserable. I felt like one of those sows you see at the fair with a bunch of piglets attached to her teats. Her poor teats are droopy and seem almost to touch they ground. She (the sow) usually looks so forlorn. When I see a piggy like that, I pat her on the head and say, "I sympathize, sister." (or words to that effect).

I swear, I get a look of understanding back from Mrs. Porky for my small kindness. We sows have to stick together.

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Heh. Okay, so, everything back to normal now? I have mixed feelings about the aftermath.

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Yes. I was worried for a while after my second, because they didn't seem to be shrinking as quickly as they did the first time around, but eventually, they did.

I can't explain, really, why I get so huge, because my boobs are really more like boob-ettes. Not so big. In my case, that's probably a good thing, because there's not much there to droop. I can still claim perkiness with a straight face.