I swear I felt them bounce!

I really felt it, I swear! Last Wednesday, I was walking across the parking lot at the elementary school, on my way to read to Leah's kindergarten class for Read-Aloud Week. The sun was shining, and there was a slight breeze, which was so welcome as it's been unusually hot and I've been sweating in tank tops with long-sleeve zip-up sweatshirts.

So I'm walking across the parking lot, or more like bounding (I've been told I walk like a guy), and I had the strangest feeling: my boobs were bouncing with each step I took! Whoa! It was pretty cool! Not to mention pretty funny, since there's really nothing to bounce with.

They weren't that big before my surgery, though they did have some bounce. But when I was pregnant or nursing (which was pretty much-nonstop from 1998 to 2006) they were spectacular, and they'd just about give me a black eye when I ran.

So it was a pretty neat feeling, a little blast from the past.

I've heard that you can experience phantom pains after mastectomy, but I don't recall anything about a phantom bounce. Or phantom letdown, either. (My apologies if this is too much information) Letdown is that feeling in your boobs when you're nursing, just before the milk is released. I've had that feeling post-mastectomy too.

All these phantom pains are actually quite cool, not upsetting in the least. Maybe it's God's way of easing me into my new breastless life, I don't know? Maybe He's treated me to some nostalgic sensations, so I don't miss the boobs. (And at the risk of seeming like the lady doth protest too much, I really don't miss them.)

But the goosebumps? Those are the pits! Ick! When I get cold, and I actually do get chilly easily, I get goosebumps. Now, that hurts. But I'll weather the goosebumps, no problem. And I'll enjoy my phantoms while they last.