Is anyone else in need of a laugh as they try to get a new baby into a schedule or somewhat happy about life post-uterus?
This morning, my DD and I were trying to get some clothes folded, the dishwasher emptied, and some breakfast for us, as we took turns holding LO. He wants to be held all the time.
The tv was on with a tape of GMA and we couldn't hear each other very well.
I commented that she couldn't even eat breakfast while she pumped because she has to hold the cups to her breasts with both hands. She replied that there were bras that did that. I mis-heard her to have said there were frogs who did that. I was so suprised, I asked her several times, but still heard frogs rather than bras.
It was so funny to picture a conscientious Kermit firmly holding the cups to DD bosoms.