I’ve gone to bed with a heating pad..

Doesn’t that sound romantic? :) Yesterday started out wonderful because my Super Dh was off for some Holiday (Confederate Memorial?) and we loooove to have Daddy home with us.The day was spent doing some outside chores..cutting grass, weed eating, working on scraping boards for our bathroom remodeling project, with the kids playing outside all day long.

In the evening, I begin to notice that my breast began to get extremely sore (sorry, male readers!) and I started getting really chilled. By nightfall, I knew the diagnosis for the all-to-familiar-feeling: mastitis. I began to take the proper steps for optimal comfort: a grand-sitter, an hour long bath, a heating pad, an enthusiastic baby, and lots of rest. Oh, and an ibuprofen.

So, here I lay (lie?) with the heating pad still going and the chills still happenin’. I’m waiting on my mom to bring me a few natural remedies from the health food store, which include high doses of Vitamin C and Echinacea Root Tincture. And let’s not forget whole cloves of garlic for me to ingest. I’m all about swallowing raw garlic on a regular basis, you know.

So now you know the scoop regarding my love affair with my heating pad. It’s a Burnin’ love.