Dill

I do not normally partake of drive by posting, Internet, but oh lordy please do forgive me for I have been a bloody dill.

Why?

I went and got delusions of lactational grandeur in my head. I dropped the dose of my mot.ilium and to compound the foolishness I also completely stopped pumping overnight (okay, so this second part might also be because Bhaji has been Not Herself since and during the whole Thing With The Snot and now she seems to sleep with me pretty much all of the night and I kind of figured that since I am an all night milk bar, albeit an increasingly reluctant one, that fark it I am currently dying by fatigued inches as it is and getting up an extra time to hear ‘cha’chug’ while my nipples stretch to ungodly proportions for forty minutes can go by the bleeping wayside for a bit).

You’ll never guess what happened next, Internet.

I got mastitis (yes, a-bloody-gain, I am going for some kind of gram positive invasion record here), and THEN my nipples began cringing in terror whenever Bhaji so much as whimpered in her sleep because she has been abusing them with enough suction to suck the chrome off of a towbar. Continuously. For the last three days. Around the clock.

It hasn’t been great.

See you on the flip side.

G