"It Sucked and Then I Cried"

Seriously - it's too bad dooce got there first, because that could be the title to my memoir on breastfeeding, where the "it" refers to my baby.



My husband's hilarious, isn't he?

Will be heading out tomorrow to try to score some face time with the one and only Ms. Armstrong. I must say I am one lucky girl because the gal my brother picked to marry not only reads many of the same blogs I do, she has the gumption to go with me to a blogger book signing.

(Oh - hi Stacy! Guess what - you're gonna be in the family? You're gonna be in the blog. I'll be nice, though.)