So last week my friend shows up on my doorstep with formula, and I feed it to Nora thinking it was just going to supplement the 2 times a day I nurse her, and alas she no longer has any interest in me.
I should be dancing in the streets. I should be thrilled that I can now say yes to that second, third, fourth and fifth cocktail and not feel guilty about it. I can finally put away all things related to being pregnant. I can stack outgrown baby stuff on top of that and clean the house for the party I kept saying I wanted to throw when I got my body back. Well, now my body is being given back to me by the one who took it in the first place and I am not sure I'm ready for it.
I am not going to force her to nurse if she doesn't want to, but I had planned on going the full year like I did with Abby. While I know that each child is different, blah, blah, blah, I guess I just wasn't ready for her to wean herself so abruptly. We are down to one feeding a day and bottles the rest of the time. Not only is it a pain in the ass to cart formula and bottles and what not everywhere, I guess I have to take (yet another) one for the team.
Rather than be weird about this I guess I will go and shoot tequila, and celebrate that I can wear non El Camino bras.
I wonder what Charles would do?
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