Life has gotten a bit better. I no longer take hubby's 1SG crap out on hubby. It's not his fault his 1SG is such an ass. Though, I'm sure it will be brought up at the next FRG meeting. I still believe the man needs to find a piece of ass to make himself happy.
I haven't blogged in a while. It's hard to type, correctly, with a baby in your arms. She's cute and all, but damn, let me be me for a while.
I'm taking a trip early next month, and I'm going without kids. Lucky me!! I think our breastfeeding relationship will be over. And I'm ok with that. This one pinches when she eats. That's not fun, and I'm tired of bruised boobs.
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