|more than i can chew|

what goes down must come up.

work has taken on a new frenzy for me. i've realized that my boards a only a year away, and the prospect of signing my own cases is frightening.

i've got projects out the rear, and will likely be doing another chief year. it is good to be busy. but i have guilt. at home and at work.

i'm down to two pumps a day! no more dragging the pump into work... no more hiding out, squeezing in private time. no more work interruptions. soon i will be free of it! i'm glad, but i'm so thankful for the success we've had. i am very lucky to have had a strong supply, and to have the opportunity to pump for madeline.

madeline, my sweet, sweet madeline is crawling about. she just wants to touch everything. everything she can get her chubby little hands on. now that the weather has turned us to short-sleeved shirts, we're both looking a bit chubby in the arms... except that she is very cute. i suppose she will slim down when she gets more mobile. same goes for me.

she still loves to eat. we've started some chunkier foods, and some finger foods.

my little secret: i worry about the dumbest things. i worry about her, and matt, and the world. i want to protect her from everything, but that's probably the worst thing to do. i worry about medical things all the time, but it is probably because of the nature of my work. cancer day in and day out... i'm convinced that it's just around the corner. lol.

i feel grounded by them. they are my world.