Danger Boob. Breastfeeding Part 2
I did not think I was the sort of person to give their boobs nicknames until I breastfed, but then each of them developed its own personality quirks and method of trying to kill me or my baby.
This is, I regret to inform you, based on not just one true story but many.
Shaved My Legs
No, really, what makes you say that. I wear jeans a lot more these days. And leggings. Leggings are the best invention possibly ever. Technology peaked at stretch fabric.
Holidays are Over
‘I’ll just give myself a little break over Christmas,’ I said. ‘I’ll get right back into the swing of things straight away,’ I said. ‘Relaxing is a good thing,’ I said.
Merry Catmas to all who observe!
Got Milk? Breastfeeding Part 1
Nothing can prepare you for waking up in the soft, glowy morning after having your first child—that one in the little plastic-walled bassinet next to your bed, wrapped up like an angelic bug in a hospital baby blanket—to the brick-wall reality that you are definitely already doing everything wrong…
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Betrayed by my own blood.
Unexpected Things Babies Like
I completely expected for them to like power points, grabbing the cat’s tail and throwing themselves from heights. I knew about those things. Following a crawling baby around stopping her from repeatedly headbutting every solid object she came across was not something I expected to be doing at all, let alone often.
Lucy Ruins Everything And Says Fuck A Lot
You may have noticed that my website looks a little different. Well, I’ve been thinking for a while I should jazz it up, and I was sifting through WordPress themes to see what my options were and think about what I was going to do. I figured, with a chronic illness and a one-year-old in…