disclaimer: This post addresses some of the gorier details of breastfeeding. Anyone at all squeamish, or male, enter at your own risk. As I have mentioned many a time before, I am a milk machine. That, for those of you who are not native to the land in mom, means that I am breastfeeding my daughter. For the first 3 ...
my wish
You know you have a good guy, when he's in the kitchen, sterilizing the bottles and pump attachments, and runs up the stairs, and into the bedroom, to tell you that it's 11:11, and to make a wish, because he knows that you are superstitious, and that 11 just so happens to be your lucky number. Yeah, I think I'll keep him.
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