Today started out kind of rough, but ended up being pretty nice. This morning I woke up to more rain. I was sort of feeling grumpy because of that, but started to feel worse as soon as I headed downstairs to let the dogs out. Our basement was full of water. I called Steve and he said he'd come home right away. He got here and quickly fixed whatever was wrong with our sump pump. I cleaned up the water and all was well. We went out to lunch, and then Steve stayed home for the rest of the day!
Tonight I measured Noah, and then weighed myself, then myself while holding him to get a general idea of how much he weighs. He is now 22 inches long and weighs 12 pounds, which means he's already added 3.5 inches and four pounds. Sniff sniff.
I have decided to wean Emma. I wanted to wait until she weaned herself, but she wants to nurse all the time and I just can't take it anymore. The wiggling and elbowing never stop. I decided this two days ago, and I've been thinking about it constantly since then, but I'm no closer to coming up with a way to go about it. Whenever I tell her she can't nurse, she really takes it personally and often cries. I'd have no problem with it if she only wanted to nurse five times a day or so, but it's much much more than that. Looking back, I wish I'd have weaned her when I was pregnant. I didn't like nursing through the pregnancy, but I kept holding on to hope that it would be better after the baby came. If Noah is still nursing when I get pregnant again, I won't make the same mistake. So anyway, I'm sure I'll be writing more on this issue as I decide what to do.