mamma. engineer. redheaded girl. wanna-be hippie.
Gabriola Island
Fearthainn and I just got back from a quick jaunt over to Gabrioloa Island with the kidlets. It was nice to get away from the same-old at home and spend two nights just being a tourist.
A tourist with two beastlies which isn’t quite the same as just being a happy tourist.
And because I know you’re interested – my boobs? HURT. Its like starting over. I don’t know what happened and am annoyed. I thought we’d come so far. I may resort to talking to someone in the boob-know.
More to come… maybe even with photos!
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It’s fun to get away and be a tourist close to home!
I look forward to reading your post about breastfeeding/pumping and so on. I have tried expressing by hand a couple of times now and had way more success than with pumping. But you’re totally right with the “Who has the TIME” argument.