Bittersweet

Well, I knew it had to happen sooner or later, but I think that today (actually yesterday) Nolan officially stopped nursing. He was down to one in the morning and one before bed anyway...He wasn't interested this morning when he got up (he wanted to play with his sisters) and I put him down tonight without nursing. So unless he wakes up all night screaming...I think that is it. I didn't think that it would bother me as much as it does. I am relieved to have my body back to myself, but at the same time, I miss the closeness of it. It makes the reality of no more babies all that much more real. I really don't want more children, I just wanted this last baby to stay a baby just a little longer. I did well, he is nearly 16 months old. I certainly couldn't/shouldn't nurse him until he was 10. I am just feeling a bit weepy about it, not sure if it is because he really is done or because my boobs hurt from not being expressed!!! :) Sorry, TMI, I know, but hey, this blog is about me and my thoughts and that is what I was thinking!