Hey Jakey,

You finally came home to me today. I took the long way home from work today and went through Reno. I stopped off at Sears and bought mom's birthday present, a George Forman rotisserie. I got awfully twitchy during that long ride home, and right at the south end of Washoe Valley, I leaked about five tears. Boy, I missed you and couldn't drive fast enough to get home to you. I beat you home by about ten minutes, though, pissed me off when I pulled into the driveway and daddy's car wasn't there yet.

I was afraid that you would've forgotten how to nurse, but you didn't. I certainly don't want to try this again, though. I started getting clogged yesterday, and flu-ey, but I pumped a load of snotty-looking mess out of my left boob and feel right as rain today. TMI!

I have a very low tolerance for people today. I found myself nodding and smiling as people yammered at me today at work, but privately I was pinching myself and biting the inside of my cheek, silently begging them to shut up. Even my dad! I love having my folks here, don't get me wrong. We're just getting now to the point where we don't have a lot new to tell each other.

Which brings me to... don't tell anybody this, Jake... I kinda wish they'd finish up and think about going home. I'd really love to get back on a schedule of some sort. Any sort. I'm eating like crap lately, cuz we eat out almost every night, and I've skipped waaaay too many nursing sessions with you. You're nursing schedule = no nursing schedule. I've worked too hard to screw THAT up. Oh, forget I said anything. They can stay as long as they want to. I'm the one who refuses to put my foot down about what I should be eating and what kind of schedule you and I should stick to. I'm the pussy.

So--I managed to get ahold of Ken on the internet. I found his website and his email, so I emailed him and he emailed back within an hour. Wow. Haven't talked to him in about 10 years, and all it takes is one little email and we're talking again like no time at all has passed. Here's what he said:

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What the F? Don't ever e-mail me again!!!! Psyche!!!! How are you doing? I think of you often--but there have been women who have taken your place--most recently a gal pal named Lattrise. She reminds me a lot of you. I'm in Morro Bay for the weekend. I promise to write back soon when I get back to L.A.

P.S.Congrats on your baby!!! I had a little girl in November too. Isn't it fun? AND why the F is your husband going to see Marcia?????

 Ken

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Heheh. Can't wait until he writes back for real. I don't know if I should wait till he writes back before I write something substantial to him. Weird, weird.

You're exhausted and went to sleep pretty early. I anticipate you'll be up around two-ish for a snack. I missed that. But I must say, these past three nights have been the best sleep I've had since about midway thru my pregnancy. Go figger.

Love ya, sleep tight.