I do, -t. Thank you. I think I'll be talking to him again pretty soon.
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, Zen, I'm sorry. Glad for the surfacing, but a serious depression with its sluggishness and paralysis is so miserable. Have you been hit by it before, or is it new? At least you've got no shortage of sympathetic and empathetic company 'round here.
ION, breastfeeding is Over. Matilda just had a burst of frantic hunger in which she bit me, hard, three times in three minutes (stupidly, I kept hoping that each bite was the last until the third). The last time, it hurt so much that I screamed, which frightened her into a weeping fit. And now when I think about her mouth on me, I can feel my breasts cringing and the milk ducts trying to crawl back in and hide behind my lungs, which can't be good for milk letdown.
That's good, Zen. Take care of yourself.
Oh, ow, JZ! Ow!
Same thing here, though I have no idea where the difference is coming from.
Weird! I wonder why the two programs would be so different. The difference was substantial too, if I recall; it was hundreds of dollars.
I can feel my breasts cringing and the milk ducts trying to crawl back in and hide behind my lungs,
Dude! Mine too!
Seriously. It was more painful than most of childbirth, I shit you not.
And now she's drooping in my arms looking all woeful and petting my hands and my face, and I'm such a stupid sap I have to consciously restrain myself from offering her the boob again.
Oh, mine too.
None of you are making me rethink the child having, you know. Hubby's telling how funny he found it when his daughter started doing the same thing. He's not the helpful sort.
Oh, JZ, OUCH. Is she frustrated by the breast now? It's hard when they're done before you are, I know.
Well, the excellences do outweigh the nipple-biting, mostly.
I still can't believe that two years ago she didn't exist, a year ago there was just a possible person, and now there's a full entire human, all known and mysterious, made out of sex and a handful of cells. Humans are so improbable, really.