Now that I'm back to writing this post hours later we survived the day. We got to dance with no tears and Otto slept the entire time. It was magical. Both kids are in bed and my house is quiet besides my snoring dog. I'm trying to find the energy to watch Nashville which is my most recent guilty pleasure. I need bad tv in my life.
So yesterday I was interviewed by this women who is writing her thesis on breastfeeding. I figured it would be fun and maybe interesting which it was. She asked me a bunch of questions and it was pretty fun to share my view of everything. I like to talk about things I feel passionate about although putting things into words that make sense isn't my strength. It's also interesting as sometimes when I'm asked things on the spot my answers are kinda something that I didn't totally see or think about ever. She asked me a question, something about why I breastfeed or along those lines and I just busted out with this whole thing about it making me feel confident and positive because I don't work it kinda gives me this confidence of doing something meaningful. I have honestly never actually put that together in my head but it just came out. Ok so maybe that is totally selfish but obviously the health benefits and it being free are most of the reason but the question was more geared towards what it gives me or something. Anytime I get personal I always feel like I see a different side of myself. I'm highly over emotional these days so maybe I just thought too much about it. Go go boobs.
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