What the heck is the sun shining for anyway? I thought the world had ended. I'm still hit by waves of nausea and shaking at the thought of all this. My baby is sitting on my lap. He might have saved my life.
I'm really glad I'm breastfeeding because:
A) It's my only motivation to eat (which I haven't really done yet). This is not the way I wanted to lose my baby fat.
B) Similarly, my erstwhile fetus is the only reason I'm not still curled up in my sleeping bag in a fetal position.
C) Let's face it, this is the only physical contact I'm going to get for a while.
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