I was at Market Wednesday night, and didn't get home until 9:15 pm with almost exploding breasts. I rushed in, grabbed my sleeping saviors and nursed them into deeper unconsciousness.
For once they are really really sleeping: they've been asleep for seven hours. But have I been sleeping that whole time?
Instead, I was woken up by incredibly, exceedingly, painfully full breasts.
Not wanting to wake the twins, I pumped some. Now, thirty minutes later, I'm still so full that I'm beginning to feel nauseated by the pain.
I can't win the Sleeping Battle, can I? Beaten by my own Biology.
Guess I'd better go wake somebody. [Weep!]