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tencrush- OWWWW. The evil freaking child decided I wasn't living up to expectations about 48 hours ago, and decided to demand feeding every half an hour for seven hours straight. I subsequently ballooned to like a J-cup, after which she decided to just look at me with that shifty little smile and go "Nah, I'm not really that hungry, but thanks for so obviously putting the effort in." The pain is unbearable, but I'm afraid if I start pumping this early on, I'll just get bigger and bigger. MY GOD IT HURTS.
- If the good lord wanted us to breast feed, and it's so fucking healthy, why add that little bonus of the agonizing womb contractions every single time the childe latches on? ANDANDAND while I'm at it why did I forget to have that lump of breast tissue removed from my armpit after the last six month stint? Out of sight, out of mind, eh? STUPID WOMAN.
- I hate that feeling of wanting to throw open the windows and shout at the neighbours "YES! I DID IT! I HAD A POO!!!!" Because that's just WRONG.
- I had a poo.
