Only A Mere Woman

     Well, I'm not too sure, exactly, of what to write, though I sort of feel compelled to write something. Why? Because J.B. is napping in my lap, and I now have a smart phone. :) So, basically, there's not much else I could be doing anyway. Naw, I don't really want to put him down; it's nice not having to deal with tired crabby baby who feels like he's being abandoned because he wakes up during transport. We attempted some nap sleep training for a couple of weeks, but that left both of us tired and crabby so I cut my losses and settled for sleeping through the night. Eventually we will drop the nursing/being held naps, but right now I'm fine with settling.       Life has been decently good to us these past almost 8 months since I basically stopped writing. We're finally in the market for a house. J.B. started crawling on Saturday, thereby increasing the necessity of a larger place. Unfortunately, what we want doesn't seem to exist, except in the very

          Nursing. Just because it's "natural" and "instinctual" doesn't mean it's easy. Because it really isn't. The most difficult thing I have done, up to date, is sticking with it. Yes, giving birth was hard, but there was no way around that. There are only so many ways to get a baby out, and all of them involve pain. But feeding a baby, now there's a different story. There are a few ways to go about it, some of which are completely painless. So you see, when faced with the choice of sticking with the miserableness that was nursing (for it certainly was unbearable at times) and the possibility of leaving that pain behind in favor of something else, it took pretty much everything in my willpower to forge ahead. I have never wanted to quit anything so badly in all of my life. But I stuck with it, and I'm glad I did; because it gets so much better, it really does. Now I can say I'm part of a not very large percentage of women who have nu