Sitting on the couch with K and we're talking about how to get me back out into the world. I was becoming a recluse before I got pregnant and the pregnancy just gave me an excuse to further recluse myself.
What can I say, I have issues.
And I'm thinking that I've actually felt a little more like myself for a couple of hours. Not crying, not a zombie, just more like myself.
Then I realize that I'm wet around the left breast. And I look at my nightgown and find two large wet spots. And there goes all of that ok feeling and I freak out again. I'm just so disgusted with my body overall!
And I have to send K into the back room to retrieve the lactation pads that I had purchased a few weeks ago (just in case) and I have to put on a bra and figure out how these things work.
One week ago, I was on the phone with the doctor, in pain, and about to head into the emergency room. Has it been a week already? It feels like it was 2 minutes ago and 20 years ago. And now I'm sitting on the couch with a wet boob. Lovely.