Churning milk into butter

It is all coming back to me now…why I don’t run while I am breastfeeding. It isn’t that I have this enormous rack to be envious of or that I can’t find a sports bra that fits them. I have several athletic type bras that fit just fine and should be more than adequate. But when there is milk stored up in those bad boys, they turn into different creatures. They change from the old energetic little boobies I had before the birth of the thirdling, to actual breasts that have taken on a life of their own. Their weight is different. Their shape is different. They are denser. They are hotter (yeah they’re STILL hot, but I mean literally). They bounce higher and come down much much harder. They even slosh. I can’t imagine what that milk tastes like after a good hard run. Mmm mmm good!

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