Phew!! I have finally gotten my terrible teether off of me and onto the floor for some well deserved play time (for both of us!). I must mention now that as a person who never considered breast feeding before she was pregnant (In fact I will admit it use to give me the heebie jeebies), I have grown to enjoy the closeness it has brought to Tiny Tank and I.

That being said, I think I got into the bad habit of allowing Tiny Tank unlimited use of my hooters before he was teething. Now, he rarely takes a soother or a bottle and my boobs have become a source of comfort for the little fella when it comes to teething.

His constant want of a ta-ta 24/7 has me feeling like I have a 20 pound appendage dangling off of my already stretched and sagging melons. I think my sanity and my knockers are about to go on strike!

All day Tiny Tank had to be within smelling distance of my boobies. He didn't need to have one in his mouth but if he was a mere 2.4 cm away he would scream like a wild monkey who had lost his only banana. And when I did give in and give the poor fella one of "my girls" he would chomp down on it the way Sexy Soldier lays into a plate of nachos after coming home from Afghanistan.

I have no idea what to do about this bad habit we are into but I have to do something. I have tried ice cubes in those mesh bags, wet face cloths, and teething rings and nothing seems to be working! My poor headlights are shining an eggplant shade of purple (not to mention the tiny puncture holes from his two bottom teeth that emerged a few months back)!

I love breastfeeding Tiny Tank, and I know that I am going to miss it when I eventually ween him, but right now I am longing to have my jugs back to myself. I guess until that day comes it is going to be bazookas for Tiny Tank and ice packs for me!