We are now at 56 hours with no nursing.  The two days before that, it was at nighttime only.  Becca is not happy about this, but she is surviving.  She is getting much less insistent on the nursing, still asking anytime I happen to sit down.  This means I am not sitting down much at all.

I am not at all happy about this.  Hundreds, if not thousands of women can continue to nurse their older child when they become pregnant, and all through their pregnancy.  If I could, I would definately go that way.  But I can’t.  I can’t have her nursing while I take hormones.  It makes me rather pissy, and their is nothing to really direct my anger towards.

Apparently, weaning throws your hormones out of wack.  Add in the premenstrual, and I’m starting to border on my hormone injections crazy lady levels.  Lots of fun for Ben.

Please, pity Ben.