 June 7, 2000 | ||
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I had to have the car today. I don't know why, exactly, but I did, but I never did have it to myself. I drove Mike to work. We called Financial Aid at the university about getting on the childcare grant when Mike goes back to school next year and had to leave to be there at 12. So back home we went. I love Mike, but I kind of would have preferred not to drag him to the nursing/maternity store while I returned my bra. He was bored and I hate having him shopping with me because I feel bad for ditching him in this horrible place he hates and I don't want to feel bad when I'm shopping. I wasn't buying anything, mind you, just returning something and he was as supportive as could be, but in the back of my mind, I know that he'd rather be anywhere else.
We got Bear at school and we went and started to get the paperwork filled out for the grant at the two daycares. I got Bear signed up for his various periods of care over the next year and figured out the money. I can't believe that part-time care for a 6 year old is more money than part-time care for an infant, but it is. We pay $105/week for Bear and $300/month for G. You figure that's at least $120 difference per month. Then in the fall, his part-time after school care is just shy of $300 and her full-time care is $500. After getting Bear signed up, we were filling out the paperwork at Sherry's, and we visited with Sherry for a bit, while I nursed. G kept going on and off the nipple and I couldn't figure out why she was doing it and figured that it was just that I was too badly engorged or something. Then G blew her diaper out clear up her back so badly we had to hose off her back and butt in the bathroom sink. She was all smiley afterwards like, "See what I did, Mom and Dad? I can paint with my butt!" The only thing I've been hating about nursing lately is that she stays up a lot between 8-11 and nurses the crap out of me, so she can sleep a long time. I like that she sleeps, but my swollen engorged boobs do not. After 6 hours of not nursing, my glands stand out and my boobs feel like warm granite. Standing up and just thinking about nursing or the baby is enough to send streams of breast milk rolling down my front. I have graduated from a 44D bra when I was pregnant to a 44F. I had bought a 44DD when I first had her and it was getting tight, so when I returned the 40DD bra today (goof), I asked about trying on the 44F and was rather stunned and amazed that it fit. Really well. No wonder G has to let the milk dribble down her chin. I also had to give away one of my nursing shirts because my boobs are just too damned big to wear the damned thing any more. Just call me a Big Breasted Broad (BBB). Sue and I have a BBB Club as opposed to the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. Just trust me if you're one of the latter, you'd rather not have to say that many a man has had a conversation with your chest and couldn't even guess at your eye color, i.e., you don't want to be a member of the Club. We won't go into how fucking hard it is to find a pretty bra in a 44DD or any cup size beyond a D.) Oh, and I got Mike a present for Father's Day. It's lingerie, and I tried to buy another short skirt, but they didn't have my size. I like having skinny chicken legs...means I can pull off the short skirt thing. Whee! (Butt men like short skirts....indicates a level of access they appreciate.) |