Excuse me while I have a pity party.
Just when I thought the whole weaning thing was getting better, I'm hit smack in the chest with (excuse me fellas, there's no other way to say it) engorged breasts!
It feels as horrible as it sounds.
I was so happy two days ago when I woke up and my boobs resembled something of normalcy. There was no pain, there was no emotional breakdowns, nada.
This is what I get for thinking that I was doing a great job.
Breasts that are on FIRE!
The slightest brush of fabric, the accidental kick (Roo tends to kick me while she sleeps), a grope from the hubby... it's all painful.
The only thing that I can imagine would've caused this (besides my cockiness) was Roo's tears. Yesterday she was in a bad mood because her eye-teeth are coming in and that had her in a frustrated mood.
Leaving Mommy in a frustrated mood.
A Closer Look
1 day ago