Onto another Stage...

I realized today that Isaiah is officially no longer nursing. It was time, regardless of the pregnancy, but it is still a little sad. A little more than 19 months. Not too bad. He probably would have nursed for several more months, but I had wanted my body to myself again (ha ha!) and now, I just don't feel like nursing while pregnant. I know some women do that and even tandem nurse their newborn and toddler. Uh uh, not for me. I have enough problems with my uterus contracting when it shouldn't once I hit about week 26. I don't need to be nursing and adding to that. Isaiah seems to be doing quite well with it. For about 1-2 weeks, he'd crawl in my lap, position himself to nurse and then kick when I wouldn't let him. You should have seen the bruises on my mid thighs from his heels! And he wouldn't let me hold and rock him at the end of the night. Until last night. I was lying on the couch because I'm super tired, and he grabbed his blanket and cup and laid down next to me. After he finished his drink, he dropped it on the floor, then curled up next to me and fell asleep. It was very sweet. I let him lay there until I eventually woke up to Husband telling me I should go to bed. So I think he's okay with it now, although I'm sure if I offered it, he'd nurse. So, I decided it was time to remove the breastfeeding ticker, and I'm taking a chance and put up a pregnancy ticker. I probably should wait until I at least have my next appointment next Tuesday, but what the hell. I'll take a chance this baby isn't going anywhere!