Had. Alas, hormones giveth, and hormones taketh away. Today as I was boxing up maternity clothes, too-big post-baby clothes, and a pile of nursing bras, I thought to try on one of my old weensy pre-baby bras so I could marvel at the strippertastic nature of my post-baby bazoombas.
The bra fit.
My boobs are gone.
I look like a twelve-year-old boy again.
So, tonight, a few parting words to my short-lived lady lumps:
Dear Stripper Boobs,
Ima fucking miss you guys!