A full month

Since October of 2000, I have been either pregnant or nursing for all but two months. That's 70 out of 72 months folks. Let me tell you, I'm tired.

But I'm also sad. Because the last time I weaned a little one, I was pregnant within the month and so there was only a few short weeks where I wasn't pregnant or nursing. But now its been a full month since #3 weaned and a full girly cycle has come and gone. And here I sit, not pregnant, not nursing.

And while I am THOROUGHLY enjoying this thing called uninterrupted sleep, I miss knowing that someone is fully dependent on me. I miss the wonder of being pregnant. I miss the joy of nursing. I was really ready to be done with nursing, it was definitely time, but now that I'm on the other side, its bittersweet, as so many parts of being a mom are.

I'm not sure what our future holds for our family, so I'm trying to be content in the moment. I'm trying to make sure I find time to cuddle with each of the boys, because I realize they're growing up faster than I could have ever imagined. Amazing what you can learn in a month.