NYC

I already miss you.

I have pumped and planned and fretted and worried and put the entire population of Catholics in the US to shame with my guilt.

I know you are going to be fine. You are probably gonna be a little pissed that the magical boobs are suddenly gone, but you've got a pretty awesome daddy who is gonna have a bottle or cup of the good stuff anytime you ask for it.

I'm gonna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep and find that my boobs have exploded and my heart has broken because my sweet baby is not beside me. So it's up to you, New York, New York, to make sure I have a good time. Or at least score a killer pair of shoes. Nothing like a little retail therapy to work out the mama angst.