Oct
24
2009

  I Would Rather Play Bejeweld Blitz Than Feed The Baby

I've been postponing William's "dream feed" for 45 minutes now, playing Bejeweled Blitz. I guess crying does serve an evolutionary purpose, since if he was crying he'd be eating, since I can't concentrate on the game when he's crying.

I've been of two minds lately with regard to breastfeeding. On one hand, I'm tired of it (like right now). C'mon, I fed him five hours ago. How often does he need to eat really? On the other hand, I don't want him to stop because then he won't be my little baby anymore. Irrational. Especially since he could breastfeed clear into toddlerhood, and he wouldn't be my little baby anymore even if he's not weaned. Although I really doubt I'll be able to put up with it for that long. I think the breastfeeding into toddlerhood is for women who get that oxytocin high and feel all good about breastfeeding and love it. Unfortunately, it's not like that for me. It's not painful or anything, so I have it better than a lot of women, but it ain't no kumbaya love-in. We do have our moments that are very sweet, but it's just moments. William seems enjoy it waaaay more than I do. Every moment is a good moment for him. I think it would be better for me if I didn't have ADD. I'm really impatient, it gets boring.