breastfeeding fucking sucks sometimes.

There I said it. I’m horrible whatever. 7 months of EBF and I’m over it. I want to go out, I want time to myself, I want to not have to do everything, I want my baby to take a bottle, I want to do something that makes me happy, but it’s hard when I can only leave my baby between feeds and when she is sleeping because my husband can’t put her to sleep, or back to sleep if she wakes up. I’m ready to stop but I don’t really have a choice with my little one rejecting every bottle under the sun. Not mention my nipples are being used as a fucking chew toy. That’s it my rant is over I’m one tired miserable mama right now. And I feel selfish for feeling these things but that’s how I feel.