As of today, I'm a SIX MONTH SURVIVOR!!!
All I have to say is holy. effing. shoot. this is hard. We managed a completely exhausting day trip to a friend's wedding this weekend. We arrived 4 minutes before the ceremony, none of us dressed and half of us in dirty diapers, and guess what ... diapers changed, babies in cute outfits, adults looking somewhat put together after flashing everyone on the sidewalk ... we made it on time. There was a big cushy chair in a nook off of the restroom, but also a smelly homeless person living there, so I did my nursing in public and it all worked out okay. We missed the between-ceremony-and-dinner fun in lieu of screaming and pumping, but we made it to the deliciously fun dinner with smiles and babies and even managed to have fun with friends and soak in some of the oohs and aahs over the babies. So yes, we're alive and surviving, though I wouldn't exactly say thriving, and we're working on the next leg of the journey to "it gets easier!"