Ya....so that happened.

Well, it would seem I may have figured out the cause of my sudden nausea and intense stomach cramping on Wednesday. And no...there is NOT another Rhys-y-pie on the way, as one of my dear friends suggested ;-P

Nope. The opposite, in fact. Aunt F***ing Flow arrived. SIGH. This means a few things to me. 1st, it means I friggin' need to bring friggin' tampons on holiday. BOOO! 2nd, it means the end of the bliss that was life without Aunt Flow. 3rd, I'm taking it as a sign from my body that pumping 4-6 times a day for 2 straight months is ENOUGH. Move On. Rhys doesn't care. So, I'm officially weaning myself. 'Weaning' Rhys is a joke. He goes from bottle to breast to formula to pumped milk like a pro. I love his morning nurse, but I honestly don't think he gives a hoot.

So...now what happens? Do my breasts shrivel up and die? Do they go back to their former mediocre selves? Do they blossom into glorious orbs that exceed their previous glory? And I just bought 3 new bras, too. Curses!

To lighten the mood, some random baby/dog cuteness:

"Wow - Papa sure does a good job of cleaning our your ears, River!" :

Today: A trip to Superstore to buy formula, jarred baby food, diapers (for Rhys and his mom! Curses!) and other odds & ends to pack for Maui. And, if it's warm out, maybe a walk around the neighbourhood.

PS - Get well soon Warren! Rhys wants to snuggle his Papa.