Sans Joe

Rawlzo, you are right.  If you'd told me back in high school that I'd be talking about my breasts as I did in the previous post, my head definitely would have exploded.  And as that happened, I would have started punching people.  Alas, HS Katie would not understand.  But Mama Kate does.  My boobs sustained a life for almost a full year, not to mention what I formally donated, as well as informally to a local lady with a small baby.  (She never said thank you, so I've been waiting for her to ask for more so I could say no.)  And as Susan said, they did finally get bigger.  (The cleavage has been enjoyable, but the jogging has not.)  So shit yeah, let's talk about 'em. 

With that, I made it over twenty four hours before having to pump this last time.  Progress.  Bittersweet progress.  No longer in agony.  It's beautiful. 

Oh God, I hear Maddie on the monitor.  Why, God, why???

Also, Joe IS gone now.  Seeing him off was weird, knowing we'll never be here living in GA (at least not this go-round) again.  I was sad, but on the way home, an angry bitch tried to run me off of the road, switching my mind to other things.  Further, it helps that Joe is enjoying himself (so far) out in AZ.  He had a good couple days with this family and enjoyed his first day of work today.  He said he feels good about it, so hopefully that feeling continues.  Now we just have to check out of this house, find a house in AZ, along with a new-to-us car for Joe, and get ourselves and our crap to AZ.  It's one thing to be finishing up things here by myself, and another to be doing that while taking care of Maddie.  Both is...an exercise in willing myself not to drink before she goes to bed at night...or before noon for that matter.  And what the hell is she doing awake now at 11:47PM?  Truly, I am spoiled when Joe is around.  I don't do this night time stuff anymore. 

That said, I guess I'd better go try to plug her with a pacifier and pass out before another long day of running around like an asshole.