comes out of kitchen faucet
so I drink bottled
Andi over at Mama Knows Breast has tagged me to show off how I drink water. As a nursing mama I’m supposed to drink something like 17 gallons of water a day. I come close to that, but I think I drank more when I was pregnant. (Sigh, that last sentence is going to bring a lot of funky Google searches to the blog, isn’t it?).
Straight from the Ozarka bottle (because of the aforementioned smelly water from the faucet). When I was pregnant I could only drink warm Evian because everything else tasted like I was drinking pennies. Then, once I hit the second trimester I could drink my water cold. Breakthrough! And by the time the wee-er one was born I was back to my Ozarka.
When I was pregnant with the wee one, though, I just carried around two polar bottles and constantly filled them with ice and water at work. Then, once he was born and I was at home, I kept toting them around. After so many months of hauling those suckers around they got pretty gross looking (there’s a boob joke here that I’m going to avoid). I wish I could find them (water bottles, not boobs), I’d take a picture. It’s probably better that I don’t though.
Anyway, I love my water. It’s almost all I drink. Every now and then I toss in some green tea or half a Coke, but that just makes me have to drink more water. You should have seen my nightstand a couple of nights ago – I had something like nine water bottles stacked on it. Not because I drink nine bottles a night, but because I am lazy and the recycle bin is all the way out in the garage. Stupid garage.
So, yes. I drink my water bottled, thankyouverymuch. And I drink a lot of it.
Oh wait, I think I’m supposed to tag someone else now. Hmm. Katrina, of the new baby boy and the of the awesome-ly dubbed "mammary concession stand," you’re it!