So. There I sat at the kitchen table earlier this afternoon, with a pile of white powder on a plate... plastic card in my hand... pushing the powder into little geletin capsules.

Now, it's not what you may be thinking. I haven't turned to the dark side or anything like that. It turns out the meds that were prescribed for my dog, Jasmine, are actually human meds. They are supposed to be split in half for her dosage but they only come in capsule form. Cut them in half and you've got powder all over the countertop. I found that out the hard way.

But I have to tell ya, after growing up a cop's daughter, going through the process of filling the new capsules felt really, really wrong and icky. But I did manage to get 14 days worth done.

Today is the first day of no more nursing. That's it. I'm done. No more having babies. No more mastitis. No more being at the mercy of my little one's hunger. No more gentle gazing into her eyes as we have our moments before she sleeps.

This is harder than I thought. I'm torn between happiness and sorrow right now. The next couple of nights are going to be rough as Shawni gets used to the new routine. I know I'll be tempted to give her what she wants, but at the same time I know that she's ready for this. I'm not sure that I am though.

The next step is to move her into her own room. I think I'm going to wait a bit until I get a handle on what's going on now before I rush into that... Give the two of us time to adjust.