Of course, last night, we had an adventure in breast pumping again and unlike with Russell, the pump actually stimulated my milk production and wham at 330AM I had huge and painful bazoombas and was wishing that whiny fussy baby would just latch on and end it all for me. I still have the favored left boobie all sore and stiff, but I have to make her nurse the right one or I'll lose the milk in it.

Oh, gosh, I hear pig snorts! Piglet is calling for mother. I hope she's hungry.

Well, it's been an on/off nursing marathon this morning, but I took this iron last night. I was assured that it would be easier on my tummy, and it is, but Ms. G has been pitifully squirming a poopy out all morning and has needed the milk on the one end to push out the stuff on the other.

Mike and I think that making chili would be a better iron option. I'll have to go light on the jalapenos, but the iron in the beans would make it worthwhile. And chili just is a bunch of stuff you put in a pot, so it would be an easy meal that we could eat for several days. The nurse was telling me yesterday how I shouldn't be cooking, but I'd rather not be starving or eating out forever.

Oh, and I ordered a sling last week. God, I forgot how much I love slings!!!! She loves the sling. She gets all wound up in it and snoozes her way through nursings. It's soooo cute!