Well after two years, one month, and three weeks my breastfeeding journey with dd has come to an end. I'm so proud to have made it this far and to have not given in to the pressure to wean early. I'm also happy to have my body back to myself for a little while. I've wanted this for a few months now. But truth be told, I'm sad too. It's like the last bit of dd's babyhood has come to an end. I didn't realise the last feed would be the last feed. I feel like things have changed and maybe she needs me that little bit less now. I've shed a few tears today. This post probably doesn't even make sense but I just needed to get it out and record this moment if you will. Thanks for listening.