That's it?

After dinner tonight I went to Babies R Us to buy some new toys to distract Miles on the upcoming trip to Minnesota. Anticipating the desperation I would feel on the plane, I bought two soft cloth books with lots of tactile attachments and a toy that has several rotating parts that all revolve around a central point, kind of like a mini solar system for babies. I also got a little pink velour hoodie (when I buy clothes for little girls I almost always end up buying something I would want in xxxxl) for the daughter of a colleague who let me borrow her electric pump so that I wouldn't have to lug mine (actually my sister's) back and forth to work every day. Very nice of her.

I don't need hers anymore because on Monday I started only pumping at night. Pulling into the garage upon arrival, however, I gave myself a squeeze to see how quickly I needed to get going on the evening pumping routine (wash hands, assemble pump, get something to drink, wash hands again, flip on the TV) and to my surprise, there was no milk. So after two days of single-pumping sessions, I'm finished. I watched The Daily Show with my husband and was able to stretch out on the couch and eat a nectarine, and I kept saying, "This is so relaxing!" Still, I'm kind of sad that it's over. Not the pumping, I won't miss that, but the idea of providing milk for my child. After ten months, you really become used to the feeling of satisfaction in nourishing your baby, even if it is incredibly time-consuming and wine-intake-limiting. Plus I got to have breasts for the first time ever, surgery-free.