I could be talking about TV. Since John and I don’t pay for cable, we take what we can get, which are a handful of random, subscription channels that seem to have been left on from the previous owner of our townhouse. When I say random, I mean there is no rhyme or reason to the channels: UPN, Treehouse, Comedy, APTN, CTN Newsnet, CPAC, and a bunch of French stations. So at least I can watch Frasier, old Cheers reruns, Renegadepress.com, Seinfeld and 7th Heaven. And the news. And a bunch of other crap that I don’t want to watch. Unfortunately, I can’t watch Gilmore Girls, so I miss that.
But it’s also a milk duct. Or in my case, a blocked or partially blocked one that leads to a milk blister, which I only figured out yesterday and tried to correct by several methods. They didn’t seem to work. So now of course I’m worried that it’s been so long (weeks) that I left it untreated that it’s turned into a yeast infection or something, since I get the shooting pains deep in my right after nursing. Alas, the joys of motherhood. At least I can figure out Emma’s cries a bit more now. Usually it’s a diaper. Or she’s hungry (again). But more and more she’s starting to be a baby and less of a newborn. She seems to big and heavy to me already (and she’s not even a month old!) But she calms down when I pick her up (usually) which makes me feel like she’s actually feeling better by just being near her mama. And then the days aren’t so long.