I just want to yank my husband out of bed and yell at him.
"Get UP! I am up every four hours or less to let the breast pump feel me up. GET UP AND FEED OUR DAUGHTER OR SO HELP ME GOD...."
But I don't.
Because we don't yell.
We barely even fight.
But I have perfected the art of the subtle guilt trip.
But seriously dude. Move it or I will LOSE IT.
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