A couple of people have asked for updates on the whole wean her/weinie thing. It's done (!!) and while it was kind of sad and there were some tears (mine), overall it went smoothly and easily (for her). I don't want to get all schmoopy, but my hormones are whack whack whackitty whacked right now (due to the aforementioned weaning and a raging case of PMS - Thanks God!). So here goes:
I was scared we wouldn't be as close after all the booby-feeding was over. But to my surprise, I love her even more (didn't think that was possible), and she doesn't seem to love or need me less. So am I glad we just went ahead and did it? Oh even yesser. Despite the fact that my boobalas are on fire. (And no that was not a reference to their hotness.)
I was warned not to write the weiner post by a couple of nay-sayers. Too upsetting. You'll make people mad. But I did it anyway and I'm so glad I did. Suck it, nay-sayers. I needed to do this but just couldn't make myself get started. The support and humor and help that you guys sent my way gave me the strength I needed to just go ahead and reclaim my jugs. Those suggestions were really, really helpful. Especially the one about counting down the days until you were done. I know it sounds odd, but it really worked with us. She totally understood what we were doing. Thank you, mommies. I really appreciate your help. Three-squares are now --once again-- second base. It was a team effort.
There are a couple notable changes. The baby is now sleeping better (yay!) but hasn't slept through the night and still enjoys torturing me in the world's most uncomfortable chair. She also thinks she's fully grown (furckitty furck.). She has decided that she can do anything her siblings can do and gets very, very upset when she is thwarted. To the degree that I realize that the events of the past week have taken her from my little bitty cupcake and thrust her directly into the terrible two's. They call them that for a reason.
So thanks again! If you are about to be a weiner yourself, I wish you all the best. Look over the comments, because they are are really awesome and helpful. In the meantime, I'm off to look in my full-length mirror, stare at my chest and sadly shake my head at what used to be. Good times . . . not so great oldies (and you know what I mean).