Two Things I Know To Be True

Well, I'm in the fog.  The almost-six-months-down fog.  The post-euphoric-new-born stage and pre-solids-or-routine stage that inevitably hits you.  I vaguely remember knowing this crash would come, and yet it's arrival is still a surprise.  It makes me bitter and angry in the wee hours when at 3am you're mid-way through gruelling 20-minute cycles of feed, … Continue reading Two Things I Know To Be True