Night.. Four?

The baby is doing much better with this whole weaning bit than I am. He has started to ask a bit for a little suck, but I'm holding strong... for now.. Until the two massive rock-hard water balloons feel like they're going to burst. Then I really want to oblige him. But that wouldn't be fair to him.. So, no. No more. We're done. Now, would someone please tell my mammary glands? They didn't get the memo.