Facebook is now feeling the heat after photos of mothers nursing their children are deemed obscene. What do you think?

The hubby and I just survived more than a week of what the news stations refer to as "Arctic Blast 2008" in the Seattle area. No more frigid were the streets than were our sheets. After having Babe Wonder two months ago, I was finally ready to cozy up to the hubby and being snowed in for more than a week certainly afforded us plenty of opportunity to fool around...until I invited our neighbors over for cocktails.

Rewind...a few weeks ago, in a time period known as pre-Arctic Blast, we went to a Dirty Santa party, at which my friends play the typical anonymous gift exchange. There are some really hilarious interpretations of "dirty" every year, I've decided next year I will bring two ornamental Christmas tree balls...blue ones to be exact. In any case, I gifted what was left of our condom supply as part of the "Manscaping" kit I added to the exchange. 

A few days after the Dirty Santa party, Arctic Blast hits us with our pants down...literally. Being snowed in with an infant had cemented the hubby's plan to wait a few years before considering a second child. So while his mind was on family planning, my mind drifted toward finding a fun way to spend the time together. At first I was able to convince the hubby that breastfeeding is natures birth control, and I won't get pregnant. That excuse seemed to work, though he was doubtful. My big mistake was inviting a few neighbors over for cocktails on day 4 of being snowed in. As the group of us were chatting, one of the ladies shared a story about her friend who got pregnant with her 2nd child while she was breastfeeding her 1st...who was 2 months old.

The hubby shot me a dirty look from across the room. And it wasn't a Dirty Santa kind of look either.

Dear Boobs - I miss you. I am sorry I never appreciated you for who you were before this man child took residence in my belly and in his macho ways decided to morph my chest into pornographic appendages. You used to have an air of grace and confidence about you, now you look like you are carrying the heavy burden of having to feed this baby also known as the second coming of Simba, (though the Disney charachter was never so devious as to play his black magic on his mother's body).  We've both made sacrifices for this first born boy.

With great resolve and a slowly growing savings account, I promise to bring you back to your original shape with the help of a good boob doctor, great pain killers and a week or so of inebriation. It may be several years before we see each other again, but I will recognize you, as I have your image etched in my brain. Until we meet again, I will keep Peaches and Herb's 1979 classic tune "Reunited" on replay...

Dear Tummy - you are not fairing so well in this baby making endeavor either. I promise to attempt a few short lived ab routines to reshape you after the baby is born. You served me well during the mid-drift bearing early 90's, but lets face it, Daddy likes the boobies better.

Until we meet again...~MotherShip

In all of this magic of pregnancy, I would like to petition God for an alteration to His plan just a bit. Why give us fatties in the third trimester the urge to nest and be super busy bodies if our physical bodies cannot keep up with the spinning wheels in our brains that are running on hormones? My to-do list will go down in history as an ancient scroll, as its about that long...but my tired back and cramping belly is really inhibiting my ability to cross things off the list.

I am playing a cruel game of Red Light, Green Light in my head. My mind is working with fervor, go, go, go. My body stops every 10 minutes to arch and stretch my back, take a breather and contemplate a sugary snack followed immediately by a mid-day nap. Hey, look at that, I've just realized its the middle of the day.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

You must watch this video on breast feeding. I thought some thing like this could only be an urban legend.