Boobs and Poop

I am eating a delicious egg, bacon, bagel and avocado breakfast with Starbucks Christmas Blend coffee in an adorable cup from Anthropologie (last year's Christmas gift from mom-in-law). I have two candles going and I am enjoying a nice morning catching up on news, writing and filling my stomach before the work day starts. Our family nanny was able to come a little early today and give me this time to myself. And I want to be more excited about it... As always somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, there is this nagging concern that I am not spending my time wisely. There are other things I ought to be doing, that I should be doing, that I am supposed to be doing. In my older years, I realize that I have spent so much of my life believing I had to spend my time a certain way, to maintain order in the universe; that time spent having fun was time wasted. That I was always to be busy in some pursuit of something. I have often had strange and very extreme feelings of guil

This awesome image is taken from this article about QMilk . So since the baby has been about 2 weeks old, I've had this gross rashy thing around my left eye.  I thought it was due to the rush of hormones still coursing through my body at the time. But it just never really went away. She's 4 months old today, and I now have this gross rashy thing around both eyes. I have a mild infection on the underside of the eyelid of each eye, and it's worse on the left side. It's from wearing contacts too long, sleeping in them, not sleeping enough, smoking too much, etc. and not taking care of the problem sooner... and completely ignoring the problem while pregnant, because I just thought pregnancy had made my eyes a lot drier and itchier. Blame the pregnancy, that's what I always say. I'm slowly but surely making strides to better care for numero uno, and have at least been in regular talks with the Optometrist about my suffering eyes at this point. But according

I like to joke and say that I breastfeed because it's cheap and easier than dieting. What makes me an asshole is that this is not really a joke. These were the two motivating factors behind my decision to start breastfeeding.