This morning, when Nick asked how my day looked, I said, "I have a mammogram at 1:30."
Nick asked me if it was bothering me. When I said, "No, why?" he replied, "Because you've mentioned it about a hundred times so far."
It's not bothering me. Is it?
I guess it is.
I'm not scared. That's not what it is. In fact, I'm kind of curious. A friend of mine described it as "pinchy" but not too bad.
Really, even if your boobs are squished a bit, how bad can it be? It can't hurt more than breastfeeding does in the beginning. And my post-nursing boobs are more amenable to being squozen than they were before. So that part will be fine.
And there's no history of breast cancer in my family.
I think that the bothery part must be this: it means you're a certain age. I'm a certain age.
Kind of like when you go in to the doctor to find out if you're pregnant and then they're all, "Congratulations!" and then mark your file AMA - Advanced Maternal Age.
OLD. (And yet, still fertile! In an advancedly maternal sort of way.)
It's not something you think about. Until you do.
So that's it. My boobs and I are off for our very first mammogram.