Before pregnancy, a woman's breasts are like Faberge eggs--polished, firm, works of art. After pregnancy, they become two leaky hot water bottles wrapped in dirty towels.
Goodbye, my perfect breasts. Maybe I'll see you again someday, maybe not.
I guess the benefit of breast-feeding is the cat can't get to the milk.
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