Myth: Boobies = Babies
When I was in high school I was skinny. Not just skinny. Not pretty, model skinny. Awkward, unattractive skinny. Skinny. I was 5'9" tall and only 110-115 lbs. Taller than a lot of the boys which is why I thought none of them ever wanted to dance with me at dances or ask me out on dates.
Being tall was awful, I felt like big bird sometimes. Luckily I made the best of friends with an amazing girl who was much taller than me. But height, as it turns out, was the least of my worries.
So to recap: Skinny- knob kneed, boy-body, ugly duckling skinny and tall.
So, wouldn't 'cha know? In all my teenage angst I found a new worry to occupy my time. My flat chest.
- I was so flat chested it looked like I had taped two skittles under my shirt.
- I was so flat chested that guys would rub a flat wall as I passed and say "Amber is that you?"
- I was so flat chested mosquitoes scoffed at the shoddy workmanship.
- Colonel Sanders had bigger breasts than me.
- I was a carpenter's delight. Flat as a board.
But who cares right? Well, teenage ME! My worry progressed into wondering if I wouldn't ever be able to get someone to like me or marry me so I would finally get to have babies. According to my
These are the worries of my teenage mind.
Well here I am many, many years later. Married but still without kids. But good news!! No longer am I the girl who's cup size was punctuation (Ba dum cha! Get it? Not a letter. Punctuation?). And after much calculation...
I have proven that Boobies do NOT = Babies! Boom Busted!
And he was super RAD in high school!
*Laughter is the best medicine right? Why not laugh at my infertility?! I do not mean to offend with any of these posts, it is just a way to let go a little and see the humor in our situation. Please laugh with me!