Friday, February 23, 2007
I should have never complained. I should have counted my blessings instead. Because in just a few short hours after my pity party, I was stricken with the worst case of Mastitis I've ever had and Jericho started barfing. I thought things were bad but really. . . things can always get worse. Always. So I'm on an antibiotic and Mark's working from home and in just a few days I'll be weaning the twins and starting them on bottles, which at this point, they hate with a passion. And I really hope my breasts don't explode in the process. That would definitely be worse than a few sleepless nights and a little barfing. Definitely worse.
posted by Shana # 5:04 PM 
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