Public Service Announcement: today’s blog post does contain some unusual information and discussion. If you are a guy (although, why would you be given the majority of my audience is family or fellow mommy bloggers), I would highly recommend that you turn back NOW.
Whoa.
What the heck???
THIS is starting NOW ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?
I’m talking about discovering . . .
Liquid gold in them thar hills . . .
Mother’s tea . . .
The non-bovine version of your favorite breakfast drink . . .
That’s right, gals.
L to the ACTATION.
To say that I was not prepared and shocked is an understatement. At first, I couldn’t figure out what was going on and came to the naive conclusion that I was sweating. Not that I’d ever sweat on top of Old Smokey (ies) before, but — hey . . . I’ve learned anything is possible when your pregnant.
Then I realized sweat was typically colorless.
H. O. L. Y. C. O. W.
(literally)
I have to admit, when I figured it out, my stomach turned a little bit. I escaped morning sickness, but the sight of milky white (pun intended) liquid seeping out of a previously dry area was a nearly more than my tummy could handle. Why? I have ABSOLUTELY no idea.
It was just weird.
I’m sure I’ll get used to it and will become comfortable with it . . . eventually.
My husband, on the other hand, may never become accustomed to this new phenomenon.
By the way, in case you were wondering, YES. My husband did revert to his 12 year old self when I informed him of our new pregnancy development. There were 12-year-old-boy comments, jokes, snickers, and pranks galore.
Sigh.
I don’t think I want him in the room the first time I attempt breast-feeding.
