Tonight, I decided to drop #3's bedtime feeding, bringing him down to one feeding per day. I wasn't surprised that he handled it just fine. I was surprised, although I shouldn't have been, that my body was ready to get back to its normal (not pregnant or breastfeeding) state.
Call it what you want - Aunt Flo, Margaret, the curse, my monthly bill, That Time of the Month - it's back. And only maybe an hour or two after when I would have fed #3.
Strange how a woman's body works, how nature works.
Well, it certainly explains my insatiable desire for chocolate over the past few days.
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