Hey, you beautiful people! Thanks for all of the comments/suggestions yesterday. As I noted in my comment, you all rock the casbah.
The first half of my day involved sitting on the living room floor eating Santitas tortilla chip-crumbs out of the bag and staring out the window like some confined mental patient. Oh, and how could I forget, listening to “You Needed Me” by Anne Murray (THANKS A LOT, JONNIKER) 14,000 times. The second half consisted of some pumping, some bottle-feeding and some purchasing of formula.
So far today, I’ve breastfed twice because DAMN, I hate pumping. It’s just so boring and monotonous and plodding and monotonous. Did I mention monotonous? I’m even a proud owner of the Easy Expressions Bustier. And if that ain’t sexy, I don’t know what is. Come give momma a big wet kiss, my hands are free ya know…oh wait, you’re bumping into my milk canisters. Game over.
With or without the hot bustier, pumping sucks. Ha! A pun! I’m hilarious! Peeps, I’ll take the pain over pumping any day. Of course, I haven’t been in that much pain while feeding today…it’s that damn the-exact-opposite-of-what-you-complain-or- brag-about-always-happens-blog-thing. So, um yeah, feeding hurts HURTS SO BAD! I can’t TAKE IT!!
Did any of that make sense? I am confusing myself.
Do you know what today is? Wito’s 3-month birthday!
Do you know what tomorrow is? My 2nd wedding anniversary!
Do you know what the next day is? My 32nd birthday!
What’s up with all the 3’s and 2’s? It must be some sort of cryptic sign.
I must figure it out…have a great Saturday.