Margeaux has started spitting up what feels like large amounts (but probably isn’t THAT much).  It comes out projectile like and makes me happy we didn’t invest in new couches, carpet or clothes before she was born.  So now I’m nervous after each feeding, just waiting for her to soak me, and a little more nervous about feeding her in public.  But oh well, life goes on, and maybe I need to start bringing a change of clothes for myself around as well!