Wednesday, June 27, 2012
this is my favorite picture. i captured such a hilarious moment. Cleo loves kissing her sister. her sister doesn't love it quite so much.
i'm blogging with one hand, holding a fussy miss G, tossing skittles in my mouth and watching the bachelorette on the DVR. i'm so awesome at multi-tasking!
i think i may try and put some real clothes on next week! and i may even take outfit pictures (!!!) there. now i've written it. so i have to follow through. i have been going through a steady rotation of 5 pairs of sweats/pj pants and 4 nursing tank tops. GHOD i love those things. one click and your boob is ready. and easy boob access is so stupidly necessary. last weekend my mom threw a bridal shower and i decided to forgo my uniform and wear a dress instead. when Gemma got hungry, i struggled and struggled to get my dress straps down. she started doing her scream cry for milk, so finally i ran to my parents' room and ripped off the damn dress. so there i sat. on the bed. wearing nothing but spanx and a baby. it was a great look.
even better of a look was when i forgot to put a breast pad on my left side before going to the lactation consultant. rookie mistake. AND i was wearing a gray (nursing) tank top. GRAY. which is the worst color to be wearing when wet. so i walked through the office with a giant dark gray circle on my left boob--SO EMBARR. when i realized what my dumb ass did, i instinctively put my hand over the spot. which is worse? the spot itself, or the awkward hand-over-boob gesture? aye yi yi.
and srsly, my boobs are so big. like SO big. i've always had teeny tiny boobies, and now i don't know what to do with these giant tits. my boobs used to be boobs. but now they're huge. and when boobs get that huge, they are no longer boobs. they are tits.
omg. somehow this blog post turned into a blog post all about my boobs. i'm.....sorry?