Reading Minki’s post made me think back to my Minki-moment! I was doing freelance work while on maternity leave and on a particularly bad day for T – my clients decided that we should have a meeting. I did the meeting – very professionally and husband SMSed to ask if he could bring T around for a quick top-up as he didn’t want to take his bottle. We did the top-up, they left and our meeting readjourned. It was shortly after my 6 week check up and I was still floating on account of all the weight I had lost! Thought I was just the sexiest Momshell (Bombshell+Mom) in the WORLD. I was talking and pointing to things on the screen (hate those flippen laser jobs – can never get them to point where I want to be!). Anyhoo I was pointing to something I was really proud of and did so with a flourish and suddenly realised that I had not ‘holstered’ the boob that T had suckled on – it was jiggling all over the place under my very flimsy shirt. There were mostly males in the room and the dirty bastards must have enjoyed the show because none of them said anything! I only became aware of it with that big ‘flourish thingie’ I did. And it was at the stage where it was big and round like a pornstar’s… so it must have been a VERY good show. I excused myself, saying that I had to go and holster my WMN (weapon of mass nutrition) and came back to carry on.