Life moves on and your baby stops breastfeeding. Then you find out you are a B cup now and you get a little spring in your step, despite yourself.
I love my little Bs. I was C pushing D forever. You know the game, one of each really.
They look beautiful all tied up in a new bra that has no access doors. Naked, yikes, that is a different story, but I AM A B!
Sunday, December 2, 2012
I came home after a baby sitter had Jay. I have been an overwhelmed temporary single parent this wkend. Nothing was clean - well it was all wet in the washing machine anyhow.
I went to put him in his jammies and he was wearing his PROP OF PETRI DISH ATHLETIC DEPT and FAMILY BY FEINBERG onesie - nothing else was clean.
It made me so happy.
I love donor eggs.
I love Jay.