Things have been running at a slow pace this week. For as much as I've taken the time out for myself by running, working out, going to yoga and taking extra long bubble baths I still can't seem to shake this feeling I've got going on. I'm moody, I've been more anxious than I've been in a long while, and really, just feel incredibly out of sorts. The only thing I can associate this with could be the natural weaning that's happening between Sofia and I. This stuff is hard. No one really prepares you for it. The books I've read have no *disclaimer* that I would fall into a depressed and panicked state out of nowhere. I thought that I chose when I wanted to be done. Because guess what? I'm not ready. And I'm sure if Sofia had her way, she wouldn't be done either. However, despite my consistent battling, my body has gradually been making less and less milk between Sofia's overnight weekends with her Grandma and my wor...