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.
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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.
Humans are so improbable, really.
JZ is always wise. At times like this, also awesomely and bee-you-tee-fully wise.
Owen laughed when I yelped at his first bite. Olivia didn't get that far.
Once bitten....
JZ, I still have a package for you guys. I just need to get my ass to post it.
She prefers the bottle -- more agency, more to see, the whole sitting-up business. At least the biting is making me a lot more ready to let go of bf'ing than I was a week ago. Then, I was all misty and teary; now, this could be the last time ever and that'd be swell.