Purple nurples

Today, the phrase "purple nurple" took on a whole new meaning for me. You see, my nurples are - quite literally - purple*. Not from from some kinky sadomasochistic sex thing, but from dye. Gentian violet, if we want to get specific.

R was diagnosed with thrush at his two-month check-up today, and the gentian violet is the first treatment step. R got his mouth painted with it, and I got to paint my nips. It's sexy. And stainy. But at least I don't look like I fellated Grimace.**

Or became a purple people eater.

Supposedly, the color will fade away over the next few days. Let's hope so.

We're also both on nice long courses of diflucan.

I'm hoping this will all take care of the nipple issues I've been having because they hurt. A lot. And nursing is getting kinda dread-inducing. According to some of the websites I read, the yeast infection would explain the crazy-mad sugar cravings I've been having lately. They have been completely out of control. I've practically been living on candy bars for the past couple of weeks.

Other than the thrush, R's appointment went well. He's growing like a champ and hitting all his milestones. Always good to hear.

Now we just need to cure the Barney mouth...

* Not actually my nipple. I don't love you guys that much. But it is a fairly accurate representation of the current color of my nipples.

** R didn't actually fellate Grimace. Or anyone else for that matter.