still having internet woes. i hate technology. but without it, i guess i couldn’t have ended up with this beauty pic.
damn double edged swords.
on a positive side: i bought two new bras and have not horribly shrunken in size since prepregnancy boobs. same, really. maybe even a tad bigger. the chick at the store who measured me suggested i try a “34B or maybe a 32.” i was like mentally, “are you blind?” but whatevs. i ended up getting my old standard – 32D.
on the negative side: zoë is again teething. which means that she won’t nurse, hasn’t been sleeping much or eating much and has been biting me a lot when i’ve attempted to nurse her in the past 24 hours. that is pain like i was not prepared for.
she is also attempting to only walk everywhere. like, the kid is averaging about three hours a day holding only one of our fingers from one or both hands and just motoring. she doesn’t have the confidence to sit up on her own without us helping her get up, but she thinks she can walk the downtown core. yeah, right.
the job: dr daddy and i decided against me taking it since i’d been asked by a mom from playtime to handle her company’s books and administration stuff – she’s kinda a self-described disorganized person and wants to just be able to work and hand everything else off to someone else, without worrying about penalties, etc. i’m that someone else, me being a self-described anal fafo. that’s what got me the gig.
our neighbour also is gonna start my doing the company he works for’s books in a couple months. he was all, “can you really make a commitment? cuz i’m an ashsole to work for.” and i was all, “yeah. don’t worry about it. people hate working with me cuz i’m so fucking anal and demanding.” so there, scary-future-boss-neighbour-guy.
