Apparently, spontaneous nipple discharge can be an okay thing. Or, at least, not an obviously horribly bad thing. That's what my doctor tells me, anyway.
It's amazing how hard it is, once you know something like that is happening, not to keep checking it, over and over again.
Bad Jennifer. Hands off the boobs.
But anyway...
I'm tired. It's hot. My child is getting back at me for all those drummers I dated by finding his own latent drummer "talent."
But my morning glories are beautiful. And I take some small comfort in that.
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