April 30th is here. This might not mean much to you. If you hate trees, you don't care that it's Arbor Day. (Actually, I like trees quite a lot, but I don't really get this holiday.) We miracle-growed ours the night before last, so I'm counting that as our early observance.
That is not the point of this post.
When it hit me yesterday that the date was April 29th, I sang the little ditty and realized that 30 days hath September, April, June, and November. Then I realized I had yet to make my monthly teacher treats (a la list #49 - Take treats to the teachers once per month). I got sad because it went from being something I wanted to do, to being something I needed to do. Time sure does march on while we're not paying attention, doesn't it? As it turns out, I woke up this morning and still wanted to do it. Phew. Turtle brownies packaged up and delivered to more than deserving teachers. (Though they probably think I'm weird since Teacher Appreciation Week is next week!)
Today marks the last day of my 30 day exercise challenge. I'm happy to announce that I did it. Even while Sam was out of town, I did some sort of dedicated exercise every single day this month. It helps that I signed up for a 5K that takes place (all too fittingly) tomorrow. I don't know that you can see a difference, and I might throw my bathroom scale in the trashcan, but I feel really, really good. Great, even! I finished up this month UP half a pound from April 1st. Go figure. Feel free to make me feel better by offering excuses such as "but it's fat turning into muscle".
But those two things aren't the point of this post either.
Today marks a completely self-created ending in my nursing adventure with Sarah. Today is the last day I will bring my Little Black
This thing...
...has accompanied me to work since my return on August 4th of last year. For nearly nine months this thing has been my trusty sidekick.
This thing is my (breast)pump.
I would love to be able to say, "So long ol' pal! It's been great!", but the truth is that I loathe this thing. So my message is, instead, "Good riddance! Hope to see you never!" (You know...unless there's a #4 somewhere in the way, way off distant future.)
I have much, much more to say about this thing, but I won't (at least not now). I'm just so excited I wanted to do a cyber-fist pump (no pun intended) and let you all know.
It is over between me and my Little Black Bag.
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4 comments:
Jennie, I know just how you feel. I even got rid of mine completely after Jayla. It accompanied me to work through 3 kids.
Congratulations! Those of us who have lugged a similar bag around salute you. And we know *exactly* how you feel.
(and well done on the exercise challenge! we knew you could do it!)
I remember when I packed up my pump (which didn't get used nearly as much as yours did!). I was just as excited! Zane at that point had learned to wait until I got home from work (not that I was ever gone to long since I tutor), but it was nice to know I didn't have to come home to that thing because I had missed a nursing session. Will you be continuing to nurse Sarah? Zane is 26 months old and nurses a few times a day. Our goal was to make it to two years which we have :). You need a serious pat on the back for taking the pump with you to work every day for nine months. AWESOME JOB!
Cara, I do plan to continue nursing. When I quit pumping with Abby, we nursed in the mornings and evenings, but it was only a month later that I had completely dried up. My supply was a struggle from the get-go with her, but hasn't been as bad with Sarah. Maybe we'll be able to go longer. I don't foresee Sarah being willing to give it up easily!
Thanks, all, for the support and understanding. I consider this one of my greatest feats in life thus far. I'm not exactly sure it's something I can explain. Perhaps some day I will try.
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