Murphy's law

Sorry for all the talk about my boobs, especially to my male readers (all two of you). But here we go again!

I have an appointment tomorrow with a colleague of my dear lactation specialist (who called me Sunday to set this up). So we journey to OHSU tomorrow to once and for all figure out if my boobs are an enigma, still getting blisters when the latch is perfect. I'm excited to get out of town, and to test traveling with Ruary, who loves riding in the truck to Astoria, the longest trip we have taken to date. I am also looking forward to a visit to Babies R Us, and to pick up a few things that should make our lives just a bit easier... not to mention a trip to Old Navy to possibly find a few more sleepers that will fit our ever-expanding infant (he outgrew one of my faves recently).

So of course, what happens when I am excited to do something? Something happens to taint it!!! Yay!!! This evening, one of the boobs got engorged and started hurting all the way into the armpit, which is an indication that I am clogged again (same one as before). So that means that not only will my appointment be not as effective, but I get to travel with a sore chest and I won't enjoy myself like I should. I really hate my body sometimes, it has never been kind to me.

I'm icing and doing everything I can to make it better by tomorrow morning. Oh, so much anger, and just as I was feeling good about things again.