Our lease in Palm Springs expired and Big Guy finally moved the rest of our things to Sacramento. He now will be in Palm Springs three days out of the week and working remotely for the remaining two. We’ve only seen each other for a few days in the past six weeks, and a number of them included a trip with his father in tow. All of them centered on moving. As you can imagine, we didn’t have a lot of alone time.
This weekend we finally had the opportunity to have some alone time, but first we went on a tour of a hospital birth center. While standing in the midst of the group, Big Guy was rubbing my sides. He then leaned in and said, “What is this?”, as he poked my right boob hanging out of the side near my armpit. “That, Big Guy, is my big guy.” All the way by my arm pit.
Throughout the weekend, Big Guy kept on making comments like “Oh my God.” or “Holy Moly.” or simply “Look at your boobs.” See, in the process of setting up our new house, we placed hanging our mirrors at the bottom of the priority list. The mirrors that exist in this rental are pretty high and don’t afford a good shot of the entire body. We finally managed to hang a full-length mirror, as well as several others. So, taking Big Guy’s advice, I took a look at my boobs.
Now, the American Pregnancy Association states that pregnant women should expect a number of changes to their breasts, including the following:
- Growth and enlargement
- Tenderness and hypersensitivity
- Darkening of nipples and areolas (the skin around your nipples), due to hormones that affect pigmentation of the skin (emphasis added)
- Darkened veins along your breasts (due to increased blood supply to your breasts)
- Your breasts may start leaking a yellowish, thick substance known as colostrum
- Nipples stick out more; the areolas and nipples will grow larger
- Small glands on the surface of the areolas called Montgomery’s tubercles become raised bumps
Dear God. I know that the nipples darken and expand so the baby can see the target, so to speak. I also know that I have awful, awful, awful vision. My baby may need extra large or extra dark targets if it inherits my awful eyes. However, this has gotten out of control. I also don’t quite know how I didn’t notice. It is as if my nipples are painted on with sloppy watercolors and are bleeding outside of the lines. Or, perhaps, as if they have been colored in by a preschooler. My nipples have not remained within the lines.
Of course, good ole Righty is doing the best to outgrow poor Lefty, so there is also some serious imbalance in the “targets”. At this rate I wouldn’t be surprised if Lefty just gave up and decide not to produce any milk at all. This would then leave me with one pert, taut left boob and on saggy, leaky sad right boob.
Eh. There could be worse things in life.