I dreamed that I was breastfeeding. I'm pretty sure it was my child, but he had a wonky shaped head and was blond. That won't happen, I'm pretty sure. The blond part. He could totally have a wonky shaped head that requires a super expensive helmet to correct. But, we will just hope against that.
Anyway. I was breastfeeding a blond child with a wonky shaped head and I could FEEL it. It was awkward and bond-establishing at the same time. We even switched it up and hit the back-up boob for good measure. All the while, I was thinking about how large he was and if we should just skip the colostrum. I'm a great mom already.
So, the point of this story is that when I woke up, my boobs felt like they had been mauled by some very thirsty coyotes. Gross? Yeah. You should have to suffer my boobage lately.
You're welcome.
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