My big toe hurts becase I wore Nilesh's chapels (sandals) to the bank this morning. Granted, the bank is just 1 block away, but that one block was enough to rub my toe funky.

Also... I hate hate hate when breastmilk I put in the fridge YESTERDAY smells like sour eggs today. That was 2 ounces down the drain. Thankfully, I trusted Gayatri when she gagged on it and gave it a little taste myself. EW. That was nasty shit. Most days I'm okay with the fact that I'm bottle feeding her breastmilk, but its moments like this when I get upset that she won't eat directly from my booby. I spend at least an hour plus a day washing bottles. At least 3 hours pumping, and another hour just heating milk up. I wish I could just pop her on my boob and be done with it.

Speaking of feeding, she's yelling at me to feed her. So, this post ends now.