They still hurt...
Yeps, in fact right now my boobs feel like someone has been pounding them with a baseball bat. Maybe it's because it's so springy, but a baseball bat seems like exactly the thing to have caused the horribly painful-to-the-oh-so-soft-touch infecting my boobs right now.
Luckily they don't seem to be any bigger at the moment!!!!!
I am very, very emotional still, and frustrated with ALL of my friends. All three of them, whom, luckily will never read this as they are far too self-absorbed. One is too busy with ... stuff... to bother even writing back to an email. One is so boy crazy she cannot talk about anything else, and no she is not 16, she is 24! One refuses to believe that my having Lyme Disease could possibly be making my joints and muscles ache and insists that it is my age. (31!)
I sound bitter, and I'm supposed to be all happy and stuff!!! The truth is that I AM happy, I just wish I had someone, anyone, to really talk to about all of these things. I mention cloth diaper to friend number 3, and she gasps in shock and horror. I tell friend number 1 I'm considering a home birth and she passes out cold amidst murmurs of "but my baby was blue when he came out!!!!" I tell friend number 2 ANYthing baby related and she responds "But, do you think he likes me?"
I need some new friends.
*whew* I needed the rant, but I am really NOT depressed like that. I am blessed to have an amazing, wonderful, adorable, supportive husband. And that is way more than many women ever get. But some girltalk amongst equals sure would be nice!
