So last night marked the end of an era. A wild, rebellious, fun era in my life. Yes, last night I had to say goodbye to my beloved nipple rings.
Yes, I know....I don't look like "that kind of girl." But alas I am...or was. I LOVE tattoos and body piercings. I love the rush of adrenaline from getting a new piercing or feeling of fresh ink. Sadistic? Maybe. Cathartic. Absolutely.
Not let's back track...I got these fun adornments while I was still in college. This was not a quarter-life crisis decision. But for the past two weeks I've noticed that both piercings have become increasingly nasty...almost as if they were getting infected. I chalked it up to by giagantor tits growing and the tissue stretching. Low and behold, I realized last night that I am already "leaking." In a panic (because I didn't think this should be happening so early) I went to my hand dandy friend google. Apparently this is totally normal...and the buildup on the piercings is actually dried breast milk and protein.
My hubby helped me remove them in kind of a ceremonial "Your quickly becoming a mom" procession. So they are out...for better or worse. At least now they will have some time to heal up before I have two milk monsters gnawing on my tits.