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Okay, I realize I really don't have much room to moan, but this is the internet, and you all have to listen because I say so. Either that or you don't have to read it, but I choose to believe that you do, and that you care, and sympathize, and say everything I want to hear -- Just like any good friend would do.

I am only on my second child and I am SICK of babies. Okay, I should clarify, I'm sick of getting up 3-4 times a night. I'm sick of being tired all day. I'm sick of having boobs that don't work right. I'm tired of babies crying for no apparent reason. I can't stand not having a solid schedule.

On the other hand, I love holding her when she's sleeping, and gazing into the deep brown eyes when they're open. And, um, yeah that's about it. I guess I could say I like her poopy diapers but that wouldn't be completely true. I just like that they don't smell yet. You know, no real food.

I am ready to be done having babies. I'm ready to move on from this stage of my life. I'm ready for kids who speak to me, in real words, not their own language. I just wish it was five years from now, I'd have my 3 kids all over the age of 3 and I'd be done with babies.

I'd still hold someone else’s baby. I'd even watch someone else’s baby. But come night I'd have my bed, and uninterrupted sleep (I really don't want to hear from you mothers with older children that they still wake you up. Just don't say it, okay? I'm falling asleep with my eyes open right now and I just need to believe that someday before they all move out, I will again get a full night sleep).

Our current chapter of babyhood is realizing once again that my left boob will never be nurse-able, pump-able, or ever in any way produce an ounce of milk. It quits working once my milk comes in. Go figure. I even have a hospital grade pump, and I got zilch after 20 minutes today. I've officially given up on it. This inevitably means that I won’t make it to the one year mark yet again before my baby’s weaned. And I will for the next 6-8 months have very, very un-evened sized breasts. I am determined this time to make it to 6 months on an exclusive diet of breast milk. Really a very do-able goal as long as I don't get obsessed about different sized boobs, or self conscious about stuffing a sock in the one side of my bra. Not only is formula annoying and I blame it for Googie's constipation issues, but it's expensive!

And of course to add to my annoyance, we’ve developed Thrush. You all know what that is, and for those of you who haven't had it just imagine itching so bad that it hurts to the point of tears, and then add a strong baby suckle on top of that. It's really not fun. Luckily I have a cool pediatrician who didn't make me come in for an appointment with both my girls, so she could look in my baby's mouth and tell me what I already know. She kindly just called in the prescription.

And just to make my life a living hell, my dear, sweet, cuddly, 2 weeks old today, daughter decided that she wanted to scream for three hours this morning. No reason. No diaper rash, no bug bites, no bubbles, not hungry, she just felt like screaming. Maybe it was the thrush, I don't know. She screamed for three hours straight without letting up. Then I finally got her to eat and it calmed her down enough to get her to sleep for a couple hours. Then she woke up and decided to scream again for an hour this afternoon before crying herself to sleep. So far this evening hasn't been that bad. Hopefully this was a one time thing. I don't think I have the stamina or the patience to deal with a truly colicky child.

I am so ready to be done with babies.