This is how you learn how to breast feed. Knitted boobs, they're all the rage at NCT classes, apparently. Actually, our 'girls only' class today was really fun, well as much fun as you can have with fake colostrum. It was nice not having the boys there for once, I think we all bonded a bit more, and Ruth, our teacher is amazing. She is so down to Earth and honest. I really enjoy listening to her. Not just about nipples, but other stuff, relationships, how lucky we are in the West, how other cultures care for their young, it's kind of like being back at university, just with less tequila.
After the breast-feeding crash course, I went to spend the day with some of the girls. We used to be know as the Four Bumps. We are now the Two Bumps, and Two Babies brigade. It's amazing how bumps do actually become babies and life carries on. We talked a lot about feeding, pooing and all the other stuff that new Mums, and Mums-to-be like to converse over. It was lovely seeing the babies: a little boy and a little girl. They already seem to have personalities and their own tiny expressions. Soon, hopefully, there will be two more little bubbas in the gang, which sex, is anyone's guess.
So I'm still a washing machine. Not literally, of course. I don't hand-wash, it always seems like a pointless waste of time. But I have developed a deep love for shoving things in that big circular drum, and making the house smell lovely and fresh. Is it nesting? I'm not sure. I certainly haven't had an urge to scrub the floor (especially as we just paid the cleaner to do it for us).
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