is there a full moon?
Last night Abigael slept from 8:00 PM to 6:00 AM without waking once. She nursed, and came back to bed with me until 8:00. I kid you not.
It could be that since she came with me to the National Day of Mourning, she napped very little yesterday. But whatever.
In other news, Liam noticed that I am covered in bruises. I have no idea how they got there, which concerns me but only a little. I am the mother of a wiggler. What DOES concern me however is the weird mole that I have under my left breast. I am one of those pasty, freckled types so I am naturally moly, but this one has changed in shape I think. I must go flash my boob to Dr Dillon this week. Last time he referred me to the weirdest derm ever... his office was covered with images of Jesus bleeding on the Cross, pictures of the Sacred Heart, pro-life pamphlets everywhere. I am a church going type, but I thought all of this was creepy and inappropriate for a dermatologist's office. Then he scoffed me out of his office with a "you're too young for skin cancer". This reminds me of the OB-GYN I had in Windsor; he was a tiny, tiny Asian man with a huge, raspy porn-star voice. I must remind my sister to not become creepy when she receives her MD (she got into McGill! Yay!)
It could be that since she came with me to the National Day of Mourning, she napped very little yesterday. But whatever.
In other news, Liam noticed that I am covered in bruises. I have no idea how they got there, which concerns me but only a little. I am the mother of a wiggler. What DOES concern me however is the weird mole that I have under my left breast. I am one of those pasty, freckled types so I am naturally moly, but this one has changed in shape I think. I must go flash my boob to Dr Dillon this week. Last time he referred me to the weirdest derm ever... his office was covered with images of Jesus bleeding on the Cross, pictures of the Sacred Heart, pro-life pamphlets everywhere. I am a church going type, but I thought all of this was creepy and inappropriate for a dermatologist's office. Then he scoffed me out of his office with a "you're too young for skin cancer". This reminds me of the OB-GYN I had in Windsor; he was a tiny, tiny Asian man with a huge, raspy porn-star voice. I must remind my sister to not become creepy when she receives her MD (she got into McGill! Yay!)