The End...

of breastfeeding. Warning: lots of boob talk here.

I've known it was coming for weeks. As Kyler is almost 1, with lots of changes taking place, and lots of too much of a 22 lb baby wiggling around on my lap, the end of breastfeeding is very much in sight.

I've always had a love love relationship with breastfeeding. It came very easy, but I don't take that for granted. I know tons of women struggle with it and I feel very blessed it was such an enjoyable experience for me. And for Kyler, too enjoyable. It is the only thing the kid ever became attached to. No bottles, no pacis, no blankets, no animals, no thumbs, nothin'! Just boob. Even though this meant that I literally had to be attached to him every 2.5 hours those first months, I loved every minute of it.

Now as I have to relinquish over my rights for providing him with all that nutritious goodness, I'm hoping that he will take to whole milk in an easy transition. I feel like this is the first step to child. No more baby.

I actually thought this would be much more harder emotionally. Maybe I'm dealing with it so well because I have a lot to look forward too in the near future...