My boobs were doing so well for so long. And then I had to go and jinx it by saying out loud how they probably will be fine from now on.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but my boob is blocked up in ways I didn’t think were possible. It looks and feels like a bag of rocks, seriously what the fuck. I want to cry.
I can’t take a shower right now cuz they’re recording the podcast, but as soon as they’re done I’m taking the hottest shower and not getting out until every lump is unblocked and drained.
Because our little sparrow is a girl, we got sooooo many pink things. Sometimes I look over and see her wrapped in a pink blanket, sitting on another pink blanket, wearing a pink onesie and pink socks, and it’s just like, whoa. And a pink hat.
During cherry blossom season it was cute. It was like she was a little pink cherry blossom.
She’s getting bigger everyday. Why can’t she stay tiny tiny?
Try to get work done all day in between taking care of the baby. Hardly get anything done.
Give baby a bath and put her to bed. That takes two hours.
Stay up until the wee hours, getting more work done in this short time than I do all day. Which actually isn’t that much.
So, working sucks. Can’t someone just give me money? And a free lunch?
This can’t continue. Every time I finish a crappy deadline, another one somehow pops up, and each time I say, this is the last. And the days and weeks seem to just go by.
I need a rich, generous husband.