You know something's wrong when I can't get excited about a hunk of big-eye tuna or deliciously sweet hamachi. Oh sure, I've been sleep-deprived for 2 months now and functioning on only half of my brain power. But still... Not only did I not want to look at sushi. I could barely get myself to sit up in bed and that's not a good situation to be in when you have an 8 week old baby. Turns out I got mastitis -- a really nasty breast infection. Symptoms include fever, chills, breast that feels on fire, and aversion to sushi and all things edible.
Luckily, it happened on Labor day weekend, so Jason was home to take care of us. It was also lucky that it didn't happen the week before when Jason gathered all the usual suspects for my 30th birthday surprise party. It was a wonderful celebration, obviously involving food. The highlights were Jason's baguettes, tomato onion tarts, and my Mom's pirozhki.
I have so many stories to tell you. So much has been happening here. But the problem is that I am just too tired, and it's been a long time since I've got an uninterrupted few hours. I think parenting is the hardest job I've ever had! I can see all you parents laughing now -- "Ha! That silly little yuppy. She thought she could do it all. Well, she'll learn pretty quickly how hard it is."
Oh-oh -- Sammy's crying. Got to run!