Where Does The Time Go?
I’m working as hard as I can to get Part 3 written and posted, but lately my days are a blur of feedings, changings, naps (and a recent nap embargo), and trying to keep the house from looking (and smelling) like a bus station.
And then there was this afternoon’s diaper blow-out, and the emergency bath that followed.
But last night, Internet, LAST NIGHT I WENT TO TARGET. AND THE GROCERY STORE. BY MYSELF! And Brad stayed home with my little bundle of poo and tried bottle-feeding for the first time, which she mastered like the goddamn genius that she is. I may have shed a single tear in the car when I realized that the bottle renders me totally obsolete (apart from the breastmilk inside), but I quickly got over it as I stepped into the red bullseyed world of Target and spend a glorious hour wandering within.
(I also might have purchased two of THE CUTEST dresses for Sadie which she totally doesn’t need, but I’m taking her into work this Thursday and I am taking it upon myself to ensure that every single one of my coworkers hemorrhages over how cute she is.)
Also? The breastpump freaks me out. That is all.
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