Making Babies

Please grant me the serenity
To accept things I can not change

Please give me the courage
To change those things I can

And please give me the wisdom
So I may recognize the difference.

I had this whole post idea in mind. But I think I’m going to save it for another day and rather leave you with the above mentioned prayer passage.

Oh on a side note. I had another run in with breast milk today. Not only fresh breast milk, but puked up breast milk. I’m handling it a lot better than my first run in a few weeks ago.

Now you ask, breast milk?, come on you have a daughter already? Aha, but I didn’t breast feed her. So I’ve never ever even touched my own breast milk, let a lone some strangers.