I will eventually share pictures from A’s birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, but for now I just wanted to pop in and talk about two things.
1. I am twenty two weeks pregnant
2. A was totally weaned in the four days between her birthday and Thanksgiving

I would have liked to nurse further into my pregnancy. I could deal with the discomfort. I could deal with the judgement. What I could not deal with was the hunger. I was so hungry and I couldn’t eat enough to keep up. Nap time presented its own challenge, which was more important food or sleep. I would stand at the counter and cry, because the whole thing was so overwhelming. I finally decided that I got her to two, and never planned on tandem nursing, so it really was okay to stop.

We had stopped morning nursing over the summer in anticipation of my getting pregnant, and dropped nap time nursing around Halloween, so we were down to only bedtime. Shannon hopped in and took over the bedtime routine, and I disappeared, at bedtime, for a couple weeks while the transition took place. It was hard, and she still talks about nursing and my nipples, and every once and a while sneakily attempts to latch on, but there is no more milk and she is done.

I loved nursing my girl, even when it was hard. I cried when I started her on solids, because it meant I was no longer her sole provider of sustenance. I grumped when she took up nursing gymnastics, but settled into a nursing toddler routine. I am glad that we did it as long as we did, was a bit sad when we stopped, but realize we had to because I just couldn’t keep up, and for my own health it was time.