I just realized that it has been more than 10 days since I have updated the Internet on my life. This is a crime against humanity. An offense to your senses. How will you know what my baby has been doing?! And I’m betting that you’re all wondering what my boobs have been up to.
Here’s the thing about weaning:
I tried to wean, honestly, I did. But here’s what’s happening: I keep sneaking in feedings and pumpings. I am sooo going to be one of those tragic Internet forum tales. You know the ones … still breastfeeding my daughter until she’s 19. Ah, well. We’re still at half capacity, although I fear my boobs are starting to make more milk each day.
I wish I knew how to quit you.
My injured boob is almost completely healed, and although I pump like 1/4 of an ounce from it, just having it around for moral support has kicked my left boob into high gear. I guess this matches my personality. I hate to fly solo. So do my boobs, I guess.
Which reminds me … I should probably put the gun back in the closet. Seth is back from a business trip to D.C. I think he goes there to eat big steak dinners and then call home to brag about it. Anyway, I’m glad to have my partner back. And I didn’t even have to test the Castle Doctrine once!
Other than that, Molly is laughing now. Big, deep belly laughs. Almost every morning when I’m changing her diaper. It melts me into a puddle of goo near the changing table. Every time.
It’s hard to describe how much joy one tiny creature can bring into your life.
Meanwhile, our babysitters continue to be the best in the world.
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