Yeah, that's right. Armpit warmers. I have 'em. I've joked about having them for a long time, but today I knew that all joking was over. ForEVER.
Fynn's apparently hitting that nine month growth spurt, and she's still recovering from a(nother) nasty (fricken) cold. So we're back to nursing from 1:00 in the morning or so until we get up. This morning I woke up at 6:45 and realized I was laying on my back.
Oh the glory of not laying on my left side with my back arched so that my knees aren't disturbing one Miss Fynnie Fynnie Coco Pop.
My next thought was, "She's not even nursing! Wonder when she stopped?"
And then I realized, she was still nursing. While I was laying on my back.