Oh, God, I feel like shit. I feel like some bloated, gross milk factory that just sits in a corner getting ignored by everyone because it's too fat and disgusting for anyone to deal with or even acknowledge. I hate this part.
Keep trying to distract myself with housework or shopping or whatever I can find to take my mind off the fact that I feel like I've done my bit and there is now nothing left of me that is of even the remotest interest to anyone, ever.
I can't stop crying. Help. :(
Keep trying to distract myself with housework or shopping or whatever I can find to take my mind off the fact that I feel like I've done my bit and there is now nothing left of me that is of even the remotest interest to anyone, ever.
I can't stop crying. Help. :(
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Date: 2007-09-29 02:38 am (UTC)I remember at one point, at 4 am when I was breastfeeding for the umpteenth time since midnight and I was sore and trying to get over a bad case of mastitis with a fever, I was convinced the baby was trying. to. kill. me. She'd cry and I'd cry and I wondered what the hell I was doing with a 9 pound tick that wanted to kill me hanging off my tit 24/7.
Good times. How in the hell the human race ever got off the ground, I'll never know.
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Date: 2007-09-29 05:56 am (UTC)