My boob hurts

My boob hurts. I feel like today has been a day where I've said this constantly. It might have something to do with the fact that El Porker Bambino slept for almost six hours straight last night. Was it a fluke, was it a miracle? This is yet to be determined.
However, with that being said, I would've loved to get those six hours of sleep straight like my kiddo did, but there was a crazy wind storm that past through almost the entire east coast of the US last night. We were not only blessed by the lovely freight-train sounding wind, but by the sideways rain. In fact, I awoke to said rain on my face. Why do you ask, because my husband wanted to sleep and hear the storm. In fact, I even asked him if the storm would make the rain come in our window in the middle of the night and his exact response was "Only if it came in sideways." Well the f#%@ing rain did indeed come in sideways. Raindrops were falling on my sleep parade. Not to mention after I woke up startled to the room leaking and slammed shut the window, I was kept up for a bit longer by the snoring husband who fell right back to sleep.
Fast forward about two and a half hours later, my lovely husband was making his nightly bathroom trip to the bathroom (which he's been a frequent flyer in as of late-think stomach bug plus lots of dairy) and this woke me up. At this moment, I thought for sure my boobs were going to explode and that the kid had died. I know, that is such an awful thought, but being a mom that wakes constantly to this porker, I fully expected that he would've woke me up already by this point. Rock hard breasts are not something that are fun to wake up to. So I praised the lord that the kid was asleep still and did what any rational person would do at a quarter to three in the morning, I emptied my boobsicle mountains. Wouldn't you know about 7 ounces in (and I probably had about 12 ounces in these peaks), the kiddo awoke. Not only did he awake, but he awoke with his normal goat like pleas that I let him out to graze at mama's mountains. So after a quick change of a 10 pound pee-filled diaper, I nursed him and he did what any baby that just slept six hours straight would do. He started a party. You know, one those where you feel like "Let's party, it's 3:00 AM and the club is just getting hot!!" Yuppers, he did this till the wee hours of the morning where I put the chunker in bed next to me with a boob in his mouth to quiet him down. This worked and he fell asleep. As soon as I noticed his "daddy-like" snores, it was off to the pack-and-play the kiddo went and mommy went back to sleep. So my night, like normal was interrupted by everyone including the weather, but I wouldn't have it any other way!