That is supposed to say, God.

Good I need friends. I'm so pathetically friendless right now.

Home owner tip of the day:
If you don't have a paint brush handy, a blush brush works just as well for applying grout sealer.

Adventures in Breastfeeding

Rhea is getting close to six months old. This is the time that I have said I will wean her.

Pumping at work isn't too difficult... Really it's just annoying to stop working and go do nothing for a while. I know, I'm stupid for not wanting a break.

So anyway, I've been considering starting the process sooner. Weaning her this month instead of next. While mentally I'm on board with this plan, I can't seem to follow through with it. I love breastfeeding my baby.

I enjoy the sense of closeness and the ease of it compared to formula feeding.

Maybe I'm approaching it from the wrong direction. Instead of replacing nighttime feedings I should do daytime feedings first...

Or maybe I should just admit to myself that even though formula would allow me to share the responsibility of feeding Rhea, I'm just not ready to do it.

Hmpf.

Day three of operation milk-dry. Things are going ok. I've lost about 4 oz so far.
While this should make me happy it really doesn't. I'm sad and a little bit sick at heart. I don't really want to stop.
Breastfeeding is so easy compared to formula. I keep reminding myself that I'll be able to drink copious amount of booze and not have to schedule in pumping breaks but it isn't helping much...

My little baby is getting so big! In one month she will be half a year old. This makes me both sad and happy.