WW II

Right now WW II does not stand for World War Two at our house. Rather, it means Weaning Will Day Two. So far it is going well. Monday I started not nursing him at all during the day. So he gets some "baby milk" (as Max calls it) when he wakes up, and when he goes to bed. This evening he is a little fussy. I think he would really like to nurse now, but I have to be strong. I almost think that I am weaning myself as much as I am him. I am weaning myself of THE fussy quick-fix and daily times to snuggle and just marvel at my sweet baby boy.
I am looking forward to getting some of my old life back once he is weaned. He will be able to go to sleep without mom, which means I can be out in the evening and not have to worry that he is being a bear to the sitter or Joey. I am also looking forward to trading in nursing bras for "not-nursing bras." Sorry if that is too much info, but it is something I am looking forward to. So wish us luck.