I'm Losing My Mind Losing My Mind Losing Control

It's Leap Day today! Leap Day is supposed to bring you luck but mine started with my 40-minute commute to work taking over 2 hours because of snow and good goddamn if that isn't a crappy way to start the day I don't know what is. The snow can't ruin my day, though, because it's my dad's birthday. His 17th birthday, to be precise.

Grady is getting more teeth and there is no sleep at our house so my thoughts are jumbled and fairly incoherent. I've been neglecting this blog for too long, though. I resolved to post today so this is it.

Thank you all so much for your breastfeeding stories. I was so hesitant to write about breastfeeding at all because there are so many feelings out there; I didn't want to inadvertently be an insensitive ass. I find it all very interesting, though, in a way I wasn't expecting. I fully expected to fail at breastfeeding. I wanted to do it but I was sort of non-committal whenever my doctor or nurse would ask me if I planned to breastfeed. I planned to try, I would tell them. Now I'm all nursing this and lactate that. Want to talk about your cracked nipples and painful letdown reflex? I'm your lady.

I wanted to respond to each and every one of your comments but ... I don't know how. It's a damn miracle I manage to blog at all, I'm so technologically unsavvy. I am the unsavviest. I see blogs with wonderful comments sections where the blog author can reply under each and every comment and I want that. I want to do that so badly. But I don't know how.

So I'll just say thank you. Thanks for letting me ramble on in this little space of mine. I wish we were interacting over hot mugs of tea and gooey chocolate chip cookies but until that happy day comes, I'm glad I've got all of you in my glowing computer box (see? unsavvy.)

Let me distract you from my unsavviness with a picture of my adorable kid trying really hard to crawl: