I took my 9 mo to his first swim class today. I’m celebrating by posting my first ever blog post – something I have always wanted to do but I never felt like I had anything important to say.
The pool itself was a treat. My little guy loved it and could back float like a champ. The instructor said it was the hardest move for little ones. I was beaming with pride.
Things took a turn when we stepped out of the pool and headed for the change room. As we approached a teenage boy life guard, my boob popped out. Not even all of my boob. Just the nipple. You see, my boobs are a deflated (almost inverted…?) version of what they used to be (Aside: I consider it a small miracle I could breast feed for my son’s first six months after having a b...