Dear Diary . . .

Or should I say, Dear Blog. Well for the life of me, whether it is good or not, I think I will detail the every day nonsense that is my life in this here blog. This way I don't suffer for hand cramps due to writing - which happens often at work if I am forced to print Certified Mail/Return Receipt Requested forms. Wow, see the excitement already! So it seems that I am in the midst of a quandary - my nursing bras are too big. How do I know this? Well I will tell you. The other day when in the elevator I saw my reflection in the mirrored wall and my nipples were erect and cockeyed - one pointing low to the left and the other pointing high to the right. I have attempted a drawing to illustrate. Obviously my boobs are not being well contained in my bra, but the problem is nursing bras in umbrella sizes are expensive and I am cheap. Purchasing two bras for 13 weeks (the time I have left nursing) would amount to about $120.00 bux, if I am lucky. This seems a little extravagant since I am expecting that once I stop nursing my boobs will return to their previous size. God I hope so, because I am banking on a 10 pound weight loss with such event. I think I might purchase one bra and live with cockeyed boobies every other day of the week. Which brings me to another thing - I am sick and tired of pumping. I am so done with breastfeeding. It has become a chore, well not feeding Owen, but the pumping twice at work, and once at night and the cleaning, and the bottles, and the freezing, and the measuring, and the worry about not pumping enough, and most importantly, the not drinking. However, I shall suffer the 91 days until Owen turns one (what?!?!) and is able to have whole milk. I have begun the weaning process and hope that it goes without issue. But how does one make a sacrifice to the weaning gods to guaranty same? I am thinking lighting a paper mache boob on fire and then dousing with milk? Hmmm, I must investigate.