Thursday, August 10, 2006
Dolly Parton called. She wants her boobs back.
Hoooboy, I forgot how much it hurts to go from a 38 small C cup to a 40 if-I-try-I-can-squeeze-those-puppies-into-a-D cup. Ouch. I'm so engorged that The Bug is having a hard time latching on. I had TCBIM get my breast pump out of the attic, which should help that situation.
He's gone back to work, so today's the first test in the Let's See If Julia Loses Her Mind extravaganza. So far, The Boo is not a happy camper. She wants to sit in my lap. She wants to squeeze the baby. She just wants. The poor kid. I hope that the stuff I bought for her will help a little with this and that O can entertain her for the next couple of weeks, while she adjusts to this big change.
I'm driving all three girls to the doctor's today so The Bug can get checked out. This ought to be loads of fun. Good thing I got that anti-depressant refilled yesterday, huh?