Last night, I learned a new skill: breastfeeding while in the bathroom. Everyone else was asleep and removing my boob from the baby’s mouth caused ear-splitting, child abuse levels of screaming so I didn’t really have a choice. I guess the other option was to just pee on the couch, but I’m pretty sure Baby Evan has the furniture-wetting covered on his own. He might get jealous if I stole his thunder.