Mom and I got out to do a bit of shopping. I hate buying
clothes when I’m this size. I don’t want to make myself too comfortable by
buying bigger clothes. I still need to lose almost 20 lbs. At the same time, I
need to try to look reasonably presentable and don’t want to wear the same
exact clothes every week. Plus, I need things that I can nurse in. So, even if
I do have clothes that fit me, if I can’t nurse easily in them, it doesn’t do
me much good.
And so, we set out with Boop. We hit Lowes first. It was
getting pretty warm, and Boop got a bit hotter due to the liner in her seat. Fortunately,
we got a bit cooler doing some clothes shopping. I didn’t take the time to try
anything on, just found a few things that looked like they’d fit. I found a
strapless summer dress with a string to go around the neck. A bit more hoochie
than what I normally wear, but with breastfeeding, well, let’s just say I can
fill things out a bit better.
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| She looks so innocent here--incapable of such a mess, but looks are deceiving! |
It’s one of those things where I just needed to rip off the
band-aid; so since I was working at home, I ventured out in the dress this
morning. I ran Boop over to daycare as I managed the guys working on my floor.
At lunch time, I went over to nurse Boop. We were doing pretty well until I
brought her back to the room after feeding her. She peed all over the changing
table—not a good sign. <We will see the pediatrician on Thursday.> Then,
when I picked her up, she spat up on me. Not sure if she had really good aim or
how, but the spit up went in my cleavage, down my stomach, and I caught it on
my calf. I was soaked. She was apparently determined to get me—if not by pee,
by vomit.
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