Bag of rocks

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.

A Little Bit of Love

90s Rupaul talking about saving everyone with love while flying around in a penis shaped space ship.

My boyfriend calls me mama these days.

"Mama, I need help."

Not sure how I feel about that.

Oh god, I really hope he doesn’t read this tumblr. This is an old modelling pic of my boyfriend (he is still my boyfriend until he does all the paperwork!). And he does this pose sometimes when he’s trying to look cool. It’s the “standing in the doorway and touching the doorframe” pose. 
And yes I had to stalk his fb to find this shot.
I just thought of it because he did this pose this morning, for some reason. 
I guess he’s pretty cute. 

Oh god, I really hope he doesn’t read this tumblr. This is an old modelling pic of my boyfriend (he is still my boyfriend until he does all the paperwork!). And he does this pose sometimes when he’s trying to look cool. It’s the “standing in the doorway and touching the doorframe” pose. 

And yes I had to stalk his fb to find this shot.

I just thought of it because he did this pose this morning, for some reason. 

I guess he’s pretty cute. 

pink

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? 

wee hours

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.