No, it’s not snowing. It’s not even freezing yet, but it’s the first cold snap of the season, which just so happens to coincide with my first run in with flaming nipples. Yes…I’m going to spend another post discussing my breasts. You have been warned.
So here’s what happens every time I go outside now. It doesn’t matter how warmly I dress, as soon as that cold wind hits any part of my body my nipps do what they usually do when they get cold – except it HURTS LIKE HELL. It’s like they are on fire! Of course my natural reaction is to grab my boobs over my coat, I guess in hopes that I can warm them. Yeah….NOT a good idea. The pressure makes it even worse. They don’t even go away when I go inside for at least a good 10 minutes. The outlet mall yesterday was torture. Just when I would warm up enough in a store to not feel I wanted to slice them off (sorry baby, you can’t breastfeed because mommy self mutilated herself in a moment of raging pain) I would walk back outside and it would start all over again.
That’s enough to make a girl want to stay inside all winter.
15 weeks 2 days