Age: 9 weeks!
well, last night was my 'big night out' that i had been counting the days until all summer. can't believe it's already come and gone. the show was super awesome and exceeded my expectations. had a blast with my staci. now all i have left to remember it by is a dull disorienting ache in my existence. i suppose this is my first hangover in nearly a year. (i don't miss it. at all). luckily for me, i stuck to beer and played it safe so i dodged the aching head/nausea bit. it's tolerable. lucky for me, my husband manned holdie bear all night until i was physically alert this morning. i didn't go nuts or anything, but i can attest to waking up to the rudest awakening i've ever experienced at 6am today - breasts of fire! i mean, seriously. OUCH. i was smart to pump before i went out last night around 6:30/7pm, but i forgot to express any milk when i stumbled home around 1, and it wasn't until i woke up and had to pump and dump literally 15-20 ounces of milk that i understood the concept of sore breasts. jeez. i am officially never drinking 6 beers while breastfeeding ever again, just to not have to experience that. craziness.
the show was good, though, and it was worth it. veruca salt played all my faves from american thighs and 8 arms to hold you. sound was super tight and spot on. i drunkenly typed a set list in my iphone, the misspellings and typeos take me back to my freelance days when i used to get blitzed at shows and take notes for miscellaneous reviews.
holdie's been a little needy ham all morning, but i missed him last night. it's good to be back with my boy, although last night was a nice break to remind myself that i still exist as a non-mother identity.
this blog sucks. i can't concentrate for shit today. but it's a post nonetheless, and an excuse to post a pic of my growing lil man. til tomorrow. . .
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