1. My little sister is getting married this weekend. It’s SO much fun to be going through a wedding that isn’t your own, and it is so much work. It’s my favorite kind of work, make no mistake, but it’s work nonetheless. Last weekend’s lingerie shower precludes this week’s 5-sister movie date (we’re lucky and we know it), bachelorette party, pedicure appointment, rehearsal dinner, and of course, the blessed event. I’m rocking a head cold and an 8-week old, so I’m pretty much the most fun and most matronly of all matrons of honor. And did I mention my size enormous David’s bridal frock is nursing friendly? Or at least, I’ve made some adjustments to make it so.
Anyway, I bought 5 bottles of this at Costco this morning. So we’re pretty much set.
2. I have the kind of cold that makes you feel like you’ve been kicked in the mouth and taken a baseball to the septum, so I’ve been searching for various and sundry breast-feeding kosher remedies, and basically the options are:
4. I’m counting that last unfortunate round up of images as number 3. Currently I’m sitting on the couch, nursing a glass of aforementioned prosecco, and willing numbness into my teeth and forehead.
5. But at least I’ve got these to shimmy into, come Saturday.
I did extensive research and then dropped $70 at Target on several hideous looking garments promising to make all my wildest dreams come true. Or at least, to grease the entry into my size i’llnevertell bridesmaid dress, and ensure a tight and reliable ziiiiip.