Silly puddy...

My best friend recently sent me a card. The front cover read: "Our friendship has firmly stood the test of time." The inside read: "Which is more than we can say for our boobs."
It's not enough that we must endure child birth, our bodies have to suffer aesthetically too? With my first child, I was envied by many for bouncing back to my original figure so fast. Yah, I was skinny again. But, once I was done breast feeding, my boobs sagged and lost their firmness. They felt more like handfuls of silly puddy! It affected my body image. I was completely caught off guard with the second birth. I just assumed that the end results would be the same. After I gave birth to my 8lb 10oz son, I still looked 5 months pregnant. I'm not exaggerating. I had to wear maternity clothes for another couple of months after the birth! People would ask me how far along I was...I already had a big boy, thank you, I'd reply to them nicely. Kill 'em with kindness, right. My point is, yes children are the reward for pregnancy and birth, but shouldn't we get rewarded in other ways as well? Why should we be punished with mushy boobs or stretch marks or hemorrhoids or sagging tummy skin or "baby weight?" And I don't buy into the ideas of "badges of courage" or "war wounds." Give me a break or firm tits, please...