Pretty quiet around here; usually have one or two comments by this time of the day. But something does feel odd about this Monday. I tend to like Mondays and feel productive and happy. Today, however, my heart feels heavy. I do not know why. There is nothing physically wrong. Nothing wrong at home (although, snot + baby nose = no fun at all). Nothing wrong at work. I think – and I could be wrong – that the weaning hormones are beginning to take hold.

I have read, from reputable websites and blogs, that when you wean, you start regressing into a sort of postpartum state. Please God, don’t let me cry every day at sunset. Don’t make me yell at my husband for No Reason At All, just because I’m producing less milk. Because, really, how unfair/insane/ridiculous is that?!? I’m hoping to handle it slightly better than postpartum because I am more aware now. But only time will tell.

Elliot is such a little climbing machine now. He pulls up on everything. He’s not trying to walk on his own just yet but he does this thing where he gets up on his knees from an indian style seated position and he pushes up, with his calves, so that he goes up and out, in a lunge. It’s pretty funny because he falls flat on his front but he laughs every time he does it. I guess he’s just trying out new things he can do with his body. I’m amazed and in a state of total wonderment every day that he figures out something new. He’s awesome.

I made myself feel slightly better by going through this site, because it’s amazing how crazy and weird and insane this world can be. But this made me feel like it’s all worth it, keep trying, etc. Cheesiness, blah blah. So anyway, there’s my little rumination for the afternoon.