Little bug is crawling! It started in earnest around May 19th. Now, she can't be stopped.

I came home from work the other day, and I always feel a need to "get rid of" work before I hold her. I need to put away the milk, take off my name tag, use the bathroom, and wash off the germs of employment. She is rarely patient during this process, expressing her desperation with a constant "AAAAHHHHH!" Now, she has added chasing to her repertoire, following me to the fridge, to the bathroom, etc.

Then, yesterday, she crawled over to me right as I came through the door.

Maybe I'll quit my usual routine and just scoop her up next time. :) Daddy Bug can put the milk away.

Speaking of milk, I'm doing the herbal stuff trying to increase my supply. I have 3 bags in the freezer, and I'm not getting as much at work as I used to. We can move to moo milk in about 3 months, so a part of me definitely does not want to resort to formula when we've made it this far. The other part of me says, "You were just trying breastfeeding out without any expectations to start with, and now you're a lactivist? What happened?" I don't know. I don't know why I feel that formula would be something I'd be "resorting" to, instead of just another food we offer Little Bug like prunes or cereal or vodka (oh wait, that was me last night).

I certainly have no superiority stink about any woman who doesn't breastfeed either, even if the only reason is because it cramps her style. Hell, I never had a drop of my mother's milk and I turned out pretty good for the most part.

I guess it just must be another aspect of my overachieving personality. I can't "give up" yet. Besides, feeding little bug during quiet mornings and evenings happens to put a rosy tint in my glasses.