I have never seen a pig at the fair asking the other pigs where she might get some cabbage leaves for her bra.
I actually had my bra done up and my shirt down today and Addie asked “Where you going all dressed mom?” Alternately, I was asked by the same little girl, “Mom, when ARE you going to put those away?”
Breastfeeding is touted as the “BEST THING FOR BABY!” While I’m not going to argue with that, I feel it very important that we as nursing mothers move to have an italicized byline that reads “makes moms temporarily crazy!” Everytime she hops on I can feel a little bit of my brain seeping out by way of my areolas. Maybe it’s just me (and Vivi) that have been brought to tears of frustration, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let these enormous lady lumps fail me.
Why breastfeeding is such a challenge will be brought up with God some day, right along with “why do boys get to pee standing up?”
Do you have any idea how wonderful this little head smells? My uterus literally contracts at the scent. In fact I took so many Vivi head hits today that I began singing Sublime songs to her.
Her first words will very likely be “YOU’RE SOOO PREEETTTYYY!!”
Happy Mother’s Day y’all. I know mine is complete. (And that a majority of it will be spent completely topless. GO TEAM BOOBS!)