Hormonal

These weaning hormones are no joke, guys.

When I wrote earlier this week about the end of nursing Arlo, I thought we'd had a few more weeks left, but I think I knew deep down that it would be less than that. We've only nursed once since that post, and the entire time was pretty unpleasant for both of us.

Now I feel like I just got hit with the PPD train, again. Ugh. Exhausted, irritable, crampy. Everything feels like it's too much. Everything is harder than it should be -- the dishes, playing with Arlo, even just getting out of bed today. I know it's normal, but it's really not very fun for anyone and I don't think Shea really gets it. I can't even explain it well, so of course he doesn't.

I pulled myself out of bed this morning feeling hungover, despite just one drink last night. I made it to the gym and realized I had a very unhappy tummy. After a lackluster workout I sat in the sauna for a half hour and came out feeling slightly more human and so far, it's stuck. It's been a tough few days in out house.

Here's hoping I can pull myself out of it to enjoy this sunny fall weather and some time with my boys today.