Yesterday while stretching I heard this pop followed by excruciating pain in my rib cage. I don't know what I did but I definitely don't want to ever do it again. It still hurts to where I can only breathe shallowly and lifting my arms is painful. Buck up little cowgirl, you've got a 2 year old to care for!
Yesterday I also came to the realization that Gryffin doesn't walk or run, he bounces. Everywhere, on anything, for no apparent reason. I think I birthed a Tigger. Maybe its just that he's a little boy and that's what little boys do. Or maybe he's a Superhero with not yet fully realized powers. If so, I'm calling him Bouncer the Trouncer.
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