Keeping Our Love Alive and Well

Sometimes I like to be a little...naughty, shall we say...and send pictures of myself to Stonewall that the Army really doesn't approve of. I send them through Stonewall's personal civilian email, so I'm not worried that they'll land in the wrong hands or wind up splashed across the Internet. He is my husband after all and I know he prefers to keep me all to himself (I prefer it that way as well).

So anyway...I hadn't sent him any of those types of photos yet during this deployment. (My post-pregnancy body is still something I'm getting used to.) I sent him several during his first deployment and a few times when he's been at different schools. Well, last night, I decided what the hell...why not?

Well, let me tell you why the hell not! The first deployment everything from the waist up fit in one frame. Then I went and got pregnant and my breasts got ginormous and...I hate to say it...but a bit saggy. I could not get my head and my ta-tas in the same frame!! I was...am...mortified! I'm not 80! Gravity should not have taken over this much already. My ninnies (that's for you, Carsley) should still be perky. Maybe not as much as they were a few years ago, but, dammit! I am not yet 30 and my head and bosoms should still fit in the same photo!

I agonized over this for a few minutes. I wondered if Stonewall would think I was no longer sexy. And then I realized he's man. He doesn't care where they're located. All he's gonna do is see boobies and be happy.