A Last

I think I nursed for the last time, forever, last night.

One tiny part of me knows it was the right decision. He's 2, for cryin' out loud, and he's ready, and I have never liked nursing or the hormonal mess it makes me. I've been nursing straight for almost 5 years. My family deserves at least a few months of normalcy before menopause mood swings kick in, LOL.

But most of me just wants to cry. I don't WANT to be done having kids, I don't WANT to have to make hard decisions like this.

I don't like lasts.

I don't like goodbyes.