Adam's patience is wearing thin. He instructed me this morning "want uppy Mama", to which I replied, for the 700th time, "I can't pick you up, Mommy has sore boobies". He woefully replied, "don't want it sore boobies anymore".
Me neither, my son.
Actually, boobies feeling MUCH better. As am I. Day six is definitely a turn around day. Love my boobs. Love!
Came into the office today to show off my new boobs. I kept going up to people and saying "notice any thing different about me", sticking my chest out and making exaggerated gesticulating motions towards my boobs.* Everyone v excited. Kept having to remember Marko's strict instructions NOT to lift my top up and show everyone my boobs. Damn tempting. Obviously had to show one or two of my girlfriends, but no one else, promise!
Am off to the doc for another check up and to change dressing etc. Have proper post to follow.
*Ha! As I was typing this another one of my girlfriends walked past. Made her feel my boobs. This is so much fun!!