Added: Rosalyn Olds - Date: 12.11.2021 10:00 - Views: 46979 - Clicks: 5335
So, we missed out on the miracle of milk and the fun experiences of wet tee-shirts and sore nipples, and this question. My husband and I finally got to ask that question about how weird it would be to taste breast milk. It started one morning when we were out of milk for coffee.
I simply poured some boob milk from a bottle in the fridge into my coffee and sat down and took a sip. It was delicious. Very sweet! Feeling especially curious since I crossed that bridge of is-this-weird-or-not, I took a sip of milk directly from the bottle. It was just plain sweet milk. When my husband came into the kitchen he was distressed to find that we were out of regular milk for coffee. He was visibly perturbed.
Before my husband could say anything — I mean, really, his scowled face said it all, I offered some advice. While cradling my newborn daughter in one had, I raised my cup of coffee with the other hand and told my husband that breast milk tastes pretty darn good with the Sumatra blend. He was all wide-eyed and flabbergasted.
Standing in front of the fridge, swaying back and forth to get our baby back to sleep, I lowered my voice and asked my husband to think about how weird it is that we drink milk from cows. How weird is it that we gleefully chug down milk from an animal that smells like a barnyard and chews its own cud? We live in a rural area where cow pastures surround our property so we have the luxury of seeing nature up close and personal, and let me tell you, watching a cow gnaw on the contents of one of its four stomachs as if its Bubbalicious is frigging gross.
Not only that, but cows will drop a deuce where ever they happen to be standing…and then walk in it. Maybe the weirdness is that breasts are supposed to be seen as sexy objects to play with. Or maybe it is because we associate anything coming out of the human body as a miracle babies or gross other stuff that is not babies.
But my breasts are not sex objects, at least not anymore, they are fountains from which my tiny baby feeds in order to grow. And, not to brag or anything, but I soak enough tee-shirts to know that I am not running out of the lovely coffee creamer anytime soon. So, after saying all of this, I looked at my husband to see that he was holding the bottle of breast milk in one hand and a cup of black coffee that was getting cooler and cooler by the minute in his other.
And with that, he tried it.
And you know what? In fact, he agreed with me that it is delicious. GA tracking with Tynt.Drinking my wifes breast milk
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