In my back that is.  I think after slaving over the Queen Bitch, I made my back worse.  I now have constant pain on my right side and down my thigh.  So I called the doc today.  They are moving buildings, so I can't have traction until they are in the new place.  They wanted to put my on a heavier pain relief medicine, but I said no cause I am still nursing Kit.  So the epidural is it.  Getting it on Thursday.  Nervous.


Speaking of nursing Kit.  I was talking to a friend of mine from growing up.  We were chatting and I told her about my back and why I wouldn't go on pain medicine.


"You are still nursing him?!" she asked with disgust.

"Yes," I answered.

"He must be the healthiest boy ever," she sacrastically said.

"He sure is," I proudly beamed.

WTF?  What the heck is wrong with nursing my 15 month old 2x a day?  Did I say anything to her when she decided to stop cause it wasn't convienant, she wanted to be able to drink wine sometimes and smoke pot at the end of the day?  No I did not.  Did I say anything when she smoked ciggerettes while pg (according to her she cut down - big whoop...)?  No I did not.  So since I don't add my 2 cents unless asked, why can't the curtiousy be returned? 

I do not understand why some people have such a hard time about nursing.  To me it is the most natural thing in the world.  I do it discretely in public - I mean heck, if I was running around with my boobs flapping in the air I could understand that.  First, I'd probably knock someone out and second, no one (Except maybe Ben...) really needs to see that...

Other than that, we spent a nice day as a family today.  Got Sam's annual photo done and Kit's 15 mth photo done.  They came out great. 


Now Kit is sleeping soundly and I am about to read a book to Sam.  Nighty night!