The Food Repurposing

My husband and I got into a plastic food fight the other night.

Yeah, we're THOSE people.

The Milk Analysis

I've been pumping breast milk for ten months now.

The end is in sight. The finish line is SO CLOSE. At least once a day (ok, every time I pump) I consider quitting right then and there.

But I don't. It's only another month and a half. 

Do I feel an obligation to keep going? 

Yes.

But it is my decision to feel this way. My decision to save money on formula and give our daughter all the best things breast milk can do for her. My decision to lose weight(what a happy side effect)! My decision to keep going for all the mommies I know that couldn't do it. Because if they could have done what I have done, they would have. Because they respect the mommies that can do it, and still choose to stop. 

THOSE are the mommies I keep going for.

But I am so very tired. I want to sleep through through the night without waking up to pump. I want to stop awkwardly borrowing offices at work and carrying that backpack back and forth. I want to stop planning trips and schedules around pumping. 

And someday, I'm sure I would love to SLEEP BRALESS. 

SO CLOSE! I CAN TASTE THE MARGARITAS NOW!

The Eavesdropping Juxtaposition

We take turns getting Anna up from her naps. Occasionally I like to eavesdrop on my husband over the baby monitor...and have not been disappointed by the cuteness factor. (Which is already very high anyways. My husband is FRELLING adorable in all manner of speaking. Anna is too.) 

Today he went up to get her while I was cooking dinner. This is what I heard:

H: "Does Mommy have stinky feet? Does Mommy have stinky feet?"

A:"Yah!"

Let the mutiny begin.