I stand in front of my dresser wearing only a pair of panties as I dig through the top drawer, searching for a bra that will fit. I stopped nursing a few days ago, since I pumped enough milk to get Hunter through another month or so, and then I plan to switch to formula. I’ll be going to work soon, just part time, but this seemed like the best option to transition her to.
It’s been eight weeks since she was born. We moved back into Grant’s condo last month, since it has more space and is much nicer than the apartment I’d rented. Plus, I only had a short-term lease and it was up for renewal soon, so it was the perfect time to go.
Grant wanders into the bedroom, stopping short when he sees me standing here topless. “I just laid Hunter down for a nap,” he says, his voice strained.
“Thanks,
