This is a shout out to a nursing goddess that some of you will quickly recognize.
Welcome to the blog world wonderful lady and dear friend to many!
NursingMySoldier is blogging at http://nursingmysoldier.blogspot.com/ I will be adding her to my blog roll.
Every time you visit her page, think of our men and women who serve in our militaries and their families who wait for them at home. Hold them in your heart, honor them in your thoughts, and lift them in your prayers.
Tags: ANR, BOSOM LOVE, breast milk, intimacy, Links, re-inducing
Not much has changed in the last two weeks. I have just a little news.
Our bosoming relationship is still moving intimately deeper and much sweeter. I am a very happy lady. 
I am in my second week of my cycle, so as normal for me… there was an increase of milk the first week. We also noticed a definite increase each time I eat oats, particularly Cheerios. lol. I don’t even care for Cheerios… they taste like cardboard, though fruit helps. I was trying this because I heard it made a difference for someone else. I am happy with my milk supply, but curiosity got the best of me, so I tried it more than a few times. The results were consistent. I realize this could be the oats, or it could be the power of suggestion. There has been no medical reason as to why oats would be a galactalogue. It has though, been handed down through generations as an aid to lactation.
This is silly, but I am becoming fond of my nipples. They look prettier to me, and yummier. I pay particularly close attention to that moment that passes between my mate opening his mouth and my nipple disappearing inside. It sends tingles up my spine, even more so than before.
Immediately prior to release he has this little routine that lasts only moments. I am not sure exactly what he does, but it feels really good and sends vibrations south. 
Then as he lets loose, he gently stretches my nipple, reaching the end with a “pop” as it snaps back to my breast. It is so stimulating and sexy, but sad at the same time. Even if I know we are not done; just switching sides… The short routine is like a lusty “good by until later” kiss… arousing, but with a sad note.
Tags: ANR, BOSOM LOVE, breast milk, journal, milkmaid, re-inducing
There are a few changes this week.
It is getting harder to postpone bosoming. It is starting to go past “uncomfortable” to “VERY uncomfortable.” I have a high pain threshold, so I won’t say “painful” yet.
Our schedule is the same.
We gave up the 2am after my milk was established. He was tired all day when he wasn’t sleeping through the night, every night. Now that my milk is established, sleeping through the night is usually not a problem. Once in a while it is, and I wake him up. He is a good sport if I do. It happens rarely, so it is not a big deal.
This morning my breasts woke me up at 5:15. There was no going back to sleep for me. He was sleeping so hard, that I couldn’t bare to wake him. I knew the alarm would be going off soon, so I waited it out.
I had drank lots of water yesterday morning, so by lunch time my breast were extremely uncomfortable…OK, they hurt. LOL. We were not even late. I think it was the water I drank. Water makes a big difference for me. I try to drink a glass after every time we bosom. Yesterday morning I was thirsty and kept refilling my glass that I keep by at my desk.
I think he actually got tired of trying to keep up with the milk flow. He had to unlatch and take a deep breath. It accrued to me that it is possible to one day have too much milk. I can hear some of you guys saying out there saying, “No way! Well, I would of thought that was unlikely too. Thing is I don’t have what I would consider a lot of milk. It is nothing compared to when I had babies.
Until we are both retired and have nothing more pressing to do than spend hours a day snuggled together, too much milk can become a problem.
We have done good to carve a couple twenty to thirty minute niches out of our day. Lunch time is often leisurely. Other times though, he has to get back to the office to hit a dead line. After work we have evening activities to prepare for; ball practice, volunteer work, or company coming. If we bosom long in the morning, it makes it too easy to fall back to sleep. If we are tired at bed time falling asleep is again a possibility. Twenty to thirty minutes is ideal for THIS couple, who still works and has school aged children at home.
It is a good thing this is a supply and demand issue, right? Well not exactly. Which is why he would help me out when I had babies. (OK, I am now sure it was more than compassion on his part.) There are days when the milk seems to have a mind of it’s own; like after I drink tons of water. (smile.)
My mate has got this down to an art. He always makes it enjoyable. First he just enjoys the let down and the milk flowing on its own. Before we are through he has kneaded each breast making sure no milk is stubbornly hiding. After all the milk is gone he relaxes a little and keeps suckling a bit, or it has becomes foreplay and… Well, then no one is watching the time or falling asleep. (smile)
Oh for the days when we can just lounge around and not look at the clock… Those days are sure to come too fast. The days we presently live in are really bliss enough. I enjoy my children and the activity around me. I like “sneaking off” and hiding away in our room in the middle of a rush of activity. We come out of our room laughing and run down the stairs ready to get on with our plans.
Wow, it has been four months; a third of a year. Spring is peeking around the corner. Yesterday after school, my daughter put her bathing suit on and tried to catch some sun on the deck. The birds are back. Peepers are in the creek. and the daffodils are up.
I am looking forward to bosoming through the seasons. We have a lovely private balcony off the master bedroom that I plan to put to good use. Family fishing is going to be a trick. We are gone before sun up and home at dark. Oh boy! Any ideas?
Tags: ANR, breast milk, breasts, journal, milkmaid, re-inducing
This will be later incorporated into an “about me” page:
About His Milkmaid
Lactation is a natural for me. It is a part of who I am as a woman. I see it as an element of the female essence. Many women in today’s world have no desire to include this particular female essence in their lives. If they do, then they do it for their babies. I respect that. A woman should be be true to herself.
Ever since I first saw a mother nurse a child, I knew I would nurse my own when I gave birth. I was a child myself, but the magic between them did not escape me. I felt it across the room in my own little body.
When I got married and had my first child, I knew no one who nursed. My own mother had passed away in my youth, and my mothering role model had adopted all her children as toddlers. My friends were bottle feeding. I was blessed that my husband was supportive. I struggled with my first baby. I knew nothing of proper latching, and our problems were blamed on colic. (Oh the glory of the Internet. I wish it had been around back then.) I nursed her for eight months. With my second child I was fortunate enough to have moved across the street from two women who both were active in natural living and the La Leche League. They taught me everything I should have known with my first child. To this day, they probably do not know how much of a life long influence their interaction had on who I am today.
I went on to nurse what became a quiver-full family. There was never another case of colic. We had a large family and breastfeeding was apart of my life for most of the next seventeen years. During those years, my husband enjoyed my breasts. I thought it was very natural for a father to enjoy the bounty of breasts while they did what they were created to do. We kept it to the privacy of our bedroom like we did the rest of our intimate life, but there was joking and winks among our friends when we were a young couple. Never for the life of me, did I have any idea that it was considered taboo. I never even questioned it. Oh for the bliss of ignorance! We enjoyed it without any shame or guilt.
Later we were naturally drawn to like-minded people, so we surrounded ourselves with friends who also had quiver-full families. We even joined a sub-culture for many years, (think Mennonite or Amish lifestyle.) At this point, none of my friends bottle fed. Every woman in my culture nursed their many babies. I honestly thought their husbands participated in the bounty of their bosoms like mine did. (You just did not talk about private things in that culture.)
To this day, I believe that every man that wants to suckle in those cultures does. These are cultures where the woman exists for her husband. They almost worship them. The men are real men. You could never accuse them of infantilism! They are lords of their homes and take providing and protecting their families as a high spiritual duty. He works hard and carries a tremendous amount of responsibility to provide physically and spiritually for his household. They believe, “He will answer to God.” No one questions his manhood or his decisions, let alone says “no” to them. This is not out of fear, but out of reverence for their position. The wife serves him gladly.
So for all those years I never talked about our private life, but I certainly had nothing to hide. What a culture shock it is to find out that many people consider adult suckling taboo, even more taboo than adultery. I am still finding it hard to fathom. I have had to make an effort to understand how someone can accuse a man who enjoys the breast of his lover and the bounty it provides as childish or weak. Even in my awakening to common US culture where the breast is found so appealing among men, I can not see how enjoying them in their fully functioning state can be frowned upon. Honestly, I think the people who find it unnatural are ignorant to the reality of what the bosom has to offer.
As my children grew and I was no longer nursing them, we made a half hazard effort to keep my milk going for him. We did not keep a schedule. We took my milk for granted. It was many years before it dried up completely. Life was busy and we just moved on.
In November of 2008, we decided to re-induce. It was then that I found out how odd people think this is. (OK, I admit I should have known, but I am not a fan of TV so my reality does not come from there.) After more Internet research, I found out that it was not completely rare in this culture after all, at least not among women who nurse their babies. I think people who do it just do not talk about it. Of course, I am one who tends to enjoy my ignorant bliss.
Tags: ANR, culture, milkmaid, re-inducing
12 Weeks
posted Jan 31
There have been a few changes so I wanted to journal them before I forget.
One: I was surprised today by how much bigger my breasts were when we were an hour later than our usual suckle time. I was wearing a lacy V-neck camisole under my clothes. At first, I thought it accented my cleavage better than I remembered. When my DH pulled it up, even I was impressed. It was not the camisole after all; it was I. After we were done, he pulled the camisole back down and I was surprised again. There was a HUGE difference in the before and after; HUGE. This was the first time that it was strikingly noticeable.
I never pump my milk, (never needed too,) so I do not have any real way of measuring it. My DH will make comments now and then; usually in the form of moans of pleasure. He will mention “gulps” and “good girls.” I have to rely on what he tells me. So today was a milestone for me because, I could really see an unmistakable sudden improvement with my own eyes.
I wanted to note that I still do not have any problem with leaking. (I didn’t with my last few babies either.) It is nice not having to worry about it, because we still have children at home and they seem to discover everything we buy or throw away. Nursing pads would be hard to explain.
Two: The other change since I last did a journal entry would have to the “naturalness” that I spoke of in my recent blog post. Our suckling has become as natural as the other daily events that we have participated in for years; like eating and sleeping. (Now if I could just do this with my treadmill.)
Even though it has become natural and a part of our routine… There is still the anticipation that builds as the time to suckle draws near. It is getting more special instead of less. It still makes me… ummm, well you know.
Three: It is more relaxing to him now. It does not make him sleepy, per sea, just relaxed. That is unless I get too excited. Then my excitement makes him excited, and any relaxing is put off awhile.
I read on one of the links that ABF is a great stress reducer. I believe that. Just think of all the health benefits in the stress reduction alone.
Tags: ANR, journal, milkmaid, re-inducing