My dear friend from high school, Damaris, is having a baby. Not something that I imagined would ever happen, mostly because when I left her my junior year, she was the oldest of five children–or maybe was it six?–and I’m sure had had enough of mothering duties by the time she left for college for the rest of her life.
But, apparently not. I’ve already dissuaded her from reading any posts from my “momness” category, so that while she suffers now as a pregnant lady she’ll still feel as though she has something to look forward to.
Oh, I do love my babies. I do.
And today I did NOT nurse J-baby once. Every time he crawled up into my lap and did his little posturing (throw head back, bury face in boob, dig with little hands around to get my shirt up) I told him my milk was all gone. 😦
Of course, it’s not. I’m feeling all full and heavy now. But the day went surprisingly well. After I’d say, no, it’s all gone, I would hold him and hug him and he would kind of lay on me a little, but he seemed to understand and he did not ONCE throw one of his Monster fits.
We’ll see how tonight goes. He’s still up once a night to nurse, and I’m normally so beat that I just want him to go back to sleep so I throw him in bed with us and let him.
And because you’re asking, I’m sure: he’s 22 months. I think it’s time?