Yesterday was my last day of pumping. Today I packed up the pump.
Should I try to pass it on to a friend who's due in February? I feel like I need to ignore the possibility that I might ever need it again, myself. I've been very suspcious that way, ever since I ogled the Japanese Weekend website during my first (ha!) two-week-wait. That failure felt like a punishment for hope.
Will we cycle again? We can't really afford it, of course, especially not with our other crippling hobby of home renovation. I'm getting older, and I don't have the time; even my summer schedule is filling up (uh, thanks, uh, Dr. Wow). Beaker is of course a little sicker than he was and hence afraid that a second baby would kill him.
And, although I've weaned myself off the damn machine, Miss T. likes her num-nums very much, thank you, and substantiallly no progress has been made on cutting down direct nursing. Here I am, 15 months out, with not even the slightest hint of ovulation, let alone the two post-lactation "normal" cycles Cornell wants to see.
But! But! But! There's still surgically extracted sperm in a freezer in New York! How could we not try?