You’re in (urine)

There must be something in the air. Something in the water. Something in the breastmilk. I woke up to nurse Julian at 2 a.m. only to discover he had completely soaked through his diaper and pajamas. Ugh. (That, thankfully, hasn’t happened in months.) Then this morning, I woke up to Ava telling me that she…

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