Coleslaw anyone?

I believe I am officially done breastfeeding. (Cue sounds of trumpets heralding in triumph!) We went to once a day just over a week ago with great success, so Wednesday night I just didn't nurse her before bed. It wasn't planned, I just did it, which is probably better because I would have thought myself out of it. Part of the reason I've been procrastinating is that Parker is a great sleeper, but nursing is an integral part of the bedtime process and I was scared that without it bedtime would become a battle. The first night went so smoothly I was left a bit in shock. If I'm honest I have to admit that a part of me was a little hurt she didn't miss the boob at all. I shouldn't have worried because last night was more along the horrific side of what I'd imagined all these months. She lay down in her bed nicely, but by the time I got downstairs she was wailing and she screamed for almost 45 minutes before going to sleep. She slept restlessly for the first few hours, too, but hopefully it will even out and I'll be doing tequila shots again (joke!) soon.

The down side is that I am stuck with Dolly Parton hooters (my version anyway, which is probably just normal size boobs for the rest of the planet). It's too bad my husband isn't home because I am fairly certain he'd be a fan, even though there is no way on earth I would even let him get within three feet of touching them. Oh god, this hurts! I didn't think I had much milk and we only did one session a day, so I thought it wouldn't be bad. WRONG! Number of times Parker hits/head butts/knees me in the Tender Boobies per hour: 382, Number of times said pain brings tears to my eyes: 197. So I'm walking around with cabbage leaves in my sports bra trying to ride it out. I smell atrocious and have a distinct mayonnaise craving.

My annual trip to the Gyno was horrendous, but not for the reasons you would think. I had to set my alarm to get up early enough to shower before Parker got up, leaving us enough time for her to get something for breakfast before we entered rush hour traffic to make it to the office by 8:30. It all went perfectly until I checked in at the office only to find out I'd scheduled my appointment at one of the satellite offices (the one close to my house, of course) and not at the main hospital office. DOH! Then, since I'm not that familiar with the area, I was in the wrong lane to get on the interstate and had to drive almost a mile before I could turn around and go the right way. Gah. In all, Parker was a dream. She fussed only a bit and would have been absolutely fine except for the extra 45 minutes of car seat/stroller time I added on to the adventure. No one said I was smart, just busty.