So I was in the shower this morning thinking to myself...wow... My tits used to be so perky.
I could go out to a club and no even wear a bra, those baby's would stand up on their own, perfect and plump!
Now, I can go down the stairs without feeling them flap against my skin. While I still think that my boobs are very pretty, and my husband certainly finds my post pregnancy ta ta's a thrill, I can't help but long for the days the ladies were wild and free.
I guess everything comes down in the end.
Hopefully the Butt isn't taking notes.