I'm pumping the last breast milk I will ever feed Baby Haa trying not to cry. I'll be starting the switch to Prozac today which means bye bye BFing. I hate this body. I hate my boobs. They're useless. Defective. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for my failure. If only I really wanted this I would have found a way to make it work. But nope I gave up when it got too hard like I always do. What else in parenting will I give up at?