TMI. Just...TMI.
Considering the context of what I'm about to rant on, my icon is kind of disturbing...
Dearest Friend,
I'm happy for you. Really, I am. I'm glad your baby is healthy and happy and that you had an easy delivery. I'm also excited to see you and your son when you come back to the Philippines this July.
But please, for the love of everything good and holy, could you not fill your e-mail to me with disturbingly precise details on the delivery, and the annoyances of breastfeeding and pumping breast milk?! PLEASE?!
I COULD HAVE LIVED A FULL AND HAPPY LIFE WITHOUT KNOWING ABOUT YOUR SORE NIPPLES, THANK YOU.
Dearest Friend,
I'm happy for you. Really, I am. I'm glad your baby is healthy and happy and that you had an easy delivery. I'm also excited to see you and your son when you come back to the Philippines this July.
But please, for the love of everything good and holy, could you not fill your e-mail to me with disturbingly precise details on the delivery, and the annoyances of breastfeeding and pumping breast milk?! PLEASE?!
I COULD HAVE LIVED A FULL AND HAPPY LIFE WITHOUT KNOWING ABOUT YOUR SORE NIPPLES, THANK YOU.