Pong Pits

A few days ago, Charlie started a cold and has been having trouble feeding. Poor baby. Also, now I have a clogged milk duct. In my armpit. The size of a ping pong ball. Like, really? Apparently my knockers are so freakin huge they ran out of chest space and had to migrate into my pits. In my head I’m like ‘maybe it’s a tumor’, but then I hear Arnold Schwarzenegger say ‘it’s not a tumor’. So I guess I just need to wait it out.

In case anyone is interested, cabbage leaves have helped, and so has massage and cold compresses (plus that smells a lot better than the cabbage).

Anyways, it’s gross and painful.