I met my goal of being done pumping by the time we had to travel to my in-laws'. I did have to hand express a little on Saturday night (nothing like standing in your in-laws' bathroom, hunched over a bottle, milking yourself), but I was thrilled not to have to drag the pump with me. I'm STILL leaking, dammit, not to mention occasionally getting letdown while I (bottle) feed Bat Girl (the wonders of oxytocin, my friends). So I'm still wearing nursing bras and pads, but I'm hoping by the end of the week I'll be totally done with that too.
And you know what? I don't regret quitting, not one bit. Yeah, I still wish I could have breastfed Bat Girl, but I will not miss pumping, and all that hard, hard work.
Life with an infant isn't all hearts and flowers, and I need to be careful not to blame all the hardness of those first few months of new-parenthood on pumping. But not pumping sure does make it easier, that's for sure.
I do still want to write that all-things-pumping post; it's partly written already, but it's going to be a long one so I need to work on it some more. Meanwhile, I'm faced yet again with the classic what-am-I-going-to-do-with-this-blog dilemma. Infertility: done with, for now (perhaps someday we'll enjoy round 2!). Difficult pregnancy: over, thank goodness. Boob catastrophes: concluded. So hopefully I'll have a lot less of all that woe-is-me crap that is normally my fodder for blogging. For some reason I'm uncomfortable just becoming a mommy blog with cute kid stories, though of course I'd like to write about myself as a mom and the whole life-sucked-into-vortex transformational bit. I guess I'll need to take my head out of my ass and start writing about the world outside my girl parts for a change, huh?