So I read In the Trenches of Mommyhood. I write a post. I write a comment. I IM with Jen. And now I’m feeling kind of gung-ho. So here’s the resulting texting between myself and my husband. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see (as if he reads) that I’ve posted it here.
1:28 PM
ME: I’ve decided something.
HIM: Great. What is it.
ME: Well. If u don’t want to try to have that girl someday. I might just go out and buy some new girls of my own.
ME: You know, the kind you wear around all the time. The kind boys like u would like to fondle.
ME: Heeheehee. :)
(long pause waiting for his text – long enough for me to converse with some co-workers and take a pee!)
HIM: Shoes? I’m lost.
ME: Hahaha. Shoes. Do u fondle shoes honey? No. BOOBS! :)
HIM: I’m a boob I guess. But I’m all in!
ME: Good to know ur on board with the boobs honey. It’ll make a good birthday present. And would surely sway me from pushing for another baby. :)
HIM: Will they do one at a time or layaway?
(Thank goodness he finally said something funny. I was starting to wonder.)
*Update*
ME: I’ll do the research and u put up the money. We’re a team right?
ME: :)
(pause)
HIM: Right and left working together to make me a happy man
ME: OMG. Too funny. So funny, in fact, that I’m putting this on the blog!
(longer pause)
HIM: Boobs make the world go round baby. We all know that.
(And there you have it, folks. Riveting text-ual conversations between a man (clearly) and his now flat-chested wife.)
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Go for it girl. If it’s what you want and it will make you feel good, why not? I would personally never sign up for surgery b/c I have HAD to have it enough. LOL make sure you post pics of the new girls!
Ooh, yes. I’m all with Lu. Pictures. Perhaps a before and after series? And, depending on your photo archives, it could be: Before THREE KIDS. After THREE KIDS. And AFTER: New GIRLS.
Man am I with you on this one…it’s not fun to lose your boobs to breastfeeding. Frankly I feel like I should have had the option of keeping the Ds that came 4 days after giving birth instead of the A-s my daughters left me with after they were finished with me.
Pictures? Certainly sisters. I wouldn’t leave you hanging on that one. But these hanging boobs? The ones just holding on for dear life? They’re a goner. I’m gonna PUMP.THEM.UP! Someday. Not too soon. But someday. I’m happy just to know that I have boobs out there to look forward to. :)