...that Harlow slept through the freakin night! Down at 8:30 and up at 4:30 for a quick meal. Then she and I didn't move until 8:30.
I would have been more excited if I my boobs didn't feel like they were about to explode and my body felt like it lost a few rounds with a prizefighter.
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