two years ago

i was grumpy and over due with DJ. it was stinking freaking hot and i knew i was facing an induction.
31 hours of labour and hour and 20mins of pushing and DJ was earth side. then the rollercoster that is life started. up down side to side and finely a flip at the end. and then repeat.

i talked to my MIL about SOL and her birth. 10hours of labour and an assisted delivery. i was blunt to MIL and said "well thats what you get for being shoved on your back" i dont honstly care if it offended her. she had the balls to tell me DN was "healthy as can be for now" sorry, i aint feeling fluffy. rather prickly insted.
SOL is Breastfeeding. which im glad about. how ever if i was to be the bitch that i am feelin' like i am right now if she left the room to feed i could well go into the same room todo so as well. but MEH if she left the room i'd flop it out and feed then and there! screw BOL. he looked when i was trying to feed DJ!

In other news we're having a bash for DJ's 2nd and our buggering off up north. so i better go make that choc-ripple cake or else i'll be in strife!