I quit pumping. There, I said it. I made it six weeks and feel like I have given Jolie a good (enough) start and am ready to let Nestle take it from here.
Our truck, the one that was stolen right of our driveway a couple weeks ago, has been located in northern Alberta. Apparently it has not been damaged but we’re waiting for the official report.
I love Thanksgiving.
My thoughts have been mighty scattered these days, thanks to a congested baby with a head cold who snuffles and snorts and sniffs all night long, thus rendering me even more sleep deprived than usual. Poor kid.