The Spendthrift's Progress

My breasts are going to hate me for this.

Just in time for the Memorial Day Weekend, the Scrapepenny household got hit hard by a stomach bug. Scrapepenny herself was struck down at work, thus removing any dignity she may have once possessed. As the girl was hit a full day before the rest of us, the boy was at home with her at the time, and Scrapepenny had to wait for a lull in his own personal pukefest before he could drive the 20 or so miles to her office and fetch her.

The household's current disinclination towards solids has lead to a remarkable relapse in the nursing department. The last 48 hours have been all boobie, all the time, with no signs of letting up. While at 13 months, we still nurse several times daily, the boob hasn't been a primary food source for months. Heck, we've even stopped with the reverse cycling. Still, they've been doing their level best to keep up with demand.

And holy mother of something, I am dreading the first day back and its ten hours of cold turkey no nursing.

posted by mohmlet @ 7:51 AM