But all the cool kids aren't doing it...

My freshman year of high school, I ran on the track team. I only really joined the team because 1.) I thought it might boost my popularity (wrong), and 2.) my parents were pressuring me to do it. So I joined the team and hated it because I've never seen the point of running for the sake of running.

My friend Sara joined the team with me, and if ever there was someone with LESS athletic talent than I, it was she. She and I would run together at the back of the pack, slowly and complaining about how much we hated track, how it wasn't fun, how we didn't see the point of this stupid sport, and how much we wished we could quit.

Then Sara quit track about halfway through the season and just like that, my running buddy was gone. It was just me, surrounded by all these people who actually liked track, and looked down on me for my slacker attitude and my absolute disdain for the whole damn thing. For fear of incurring even more wrath from the track maniacs, I sucked it up and stayed on the team and kept running, but every time I went to practice, I secretly envied Sara for quitting, and stared longingly at the gate every time I jogged past it, fantasizing about jogging out the open gate and going home and never going to another track practice ever again.

This is exactly how I feel about breastfeeding at this point. Now that Shaken Mama has all but abandoned breastfeeding, I feel like I'm the last mama standing, amidst all the crazy La Lache League breastfeeding nazi mothers who look at me like I just punched a puppy when I say, "Ya know... breastfeeding sort of sucks, and I don't really want to do it anymore."

Punky is transitioning to solids well, but Boob is still a major staple of the diet. She does cereal and Boob for breakfast, a jar of veggies and boob for lunch and then the same for dinner. There's usually a Boob snack in there after her afternoon nap, and good-night Boob just before bed. She was waking up once at night, usually around 3 or 4 a.m., for late night Boob, but the past two nights she has successfully slept 8:30 p.m. to about 9 a.m. STRAIGHT. I don't know what the deal with that is, but ever the pessimist, I'm fearing it's temporary.

But anyway. I really don't like breastfeeding, and now that Shaken Mama has quit the team, I really don't see much point in hanging around. Misery loves company and my misery's company has bailed.

And damnit Daddy, I don't want to run track anymore!